As scary as this seems, I want to be more personal with these weekly blog posts. And I think the only way to really “reach” our readers is to be as real, open, and brutally honest as possible. With that being said, I want to share some of my personal experiences with my fiance, we shall call him Robert*, in this new blog series: I Love My Fiance But…
Last time I utilized this blog about my personal life, chores was the main topic of discussion between me and Robert. And I would love to tell you all that since our discussion, thing have improved 110% and everything is lovely and perfect. But I reside in a world known as Reality and therefore that is anything but the case. Don’t get wrong now readers, Robert and I have improved how we talk to each other about our household. However, I find myself thinking “Didn’t we just talk about this?” when I see certain things at home.
Let me back up so I can paint you a better picture of what I’m talking about…It’s Tuesday morning, we both have to be up and ready to leave the house by 7:45 in the morning. He showers in the morning and I shower at night (because beauty sleep is nothing to mess with). When he gets out of the shower, without fail, the damp towel ends up on the bed or the dresser or even sometimes the floor *the horror!* I can’t tell you how many times I’ve asked Robert to hang his towel up after showering so it doesn’t ruin said bedding, dresser, or floor. And yet, here we are, over 365 days of co-habitation and he still can’t manage to hang up his d*** towel.
When this happens for the millionth time, many thoughts enter my head:
- Didn’t we just have this conversation three days ago?
- Am I crazy?
- Does he have a medical condition that keeps him from hearing me?
- Wow, how disrespectful! (I know he’s not doing it maliciously, but still…it’s easy for my mind to go there)
- Am I being Punk’d? Where’s Ashton…(I apologize now if you don’t get that reference)
Obviously, none of these things are true but it can be difficult to keep your mind from going to those deep recesses of annoyance and even sometimes anger. I personally find it difficult to ask for what I want and need without sounding mean. I have been told I have a problem with tone :)
At this juncture, I have not yet decided on how I plan to broach the topic with Robert, but it’s getting to that point where I feel like I need to say something…I will keep you posted on my next steps.
