NOT the real dirty laundry GEEZE! I mean - unlike most women I don't ever even have to worry about dirty laundry. My husband does the laundry. OH! I heard that. That collective gasp of disbelief. Here's the scoop.....when my husband and I got together - he was fresh out of the military. Everything had to be done to military standards. He didn't so much care for the way I did laundry - and let me know it. So - in a moment of defense I said " you don' t like how I do it? Then YOU do it." And he does. That simple. And frankly, he does a much better job of it than I do. He even presses my clothes for me every morning ( I know!). ( He also packs my lunch for me too ...and leaves little notes in my lunch box and my Kindle case for me to find....I know! Sickening.) And NO, we are not newlyweds. We are almost 15 years together. Pretty gross huh? Heh heh heh.
But - that's not the dirty laundry I was talking about. I was talking about the proverbial dirty laundry. Like - the icky yucky stuff you don't want the neighbors to know. ( well - I could not care less what the neighbors think - but I'm trying to make a point here.) How much dirty laundry is it okay to hang out on the line for the world to see? Cause - I got laundry that needs airin'.
For example - my husband hasn't spoken to his family ( save for his Dad who lives in a completely different state than the rest of them ) for about 7 or 8 years. It all stems from a really awful incident that happened then- and my husband is not one to pussy foot around. When he says he's done, he's done. And he said he was done with them - and that is exactly what he meant. Well - last night in the middle of the night we got a call from one of the brothers in law. ( I won't say why here because I do have one child that knows about this blog and don't want him to read anything before he hears it from us). It's just a situation that happens with older people and they felt like we should know. It was weird and awkward to have them call. How do you react after 7plus years of no contact? It's just weird. And I would imagine that was just the first of many calls to come. I feel for my husband because I know he wants to do the right thing without opening himself up for more ....ehm.....crap....down the road.
Dirty Laundry. I guess no matter how much of it I have...my sweet husband is the one that has to deal with it.
How lucky am I?
I think everyone has a bit of dirty laundry that needs airing. And I for one love to read about other people's dirty laundry, just as sure as people like to read mine. So tell the kid that knows about the blog and then come and tell us ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm only half kidding. I hope that you and your husband find the right path for both yourselves and your family.
You're the featured little blogger over at my site tomorrow. So happy to be featuring you.