The last few weeks have certainly been eye-opening - after being married to the same man for over 10 years now, I really, really thought I knew him well. Boy - was I wrong.
I have been seeing a whole new side of him lately that - frankly? Scares me.
Yes...a very, scary side of him that is totally freaking me out and leaving me lying next to him at night, wondering who this Frankenstein is - and how did I not see this before...?
What is it, you ask?
Hubby and I have been doing that joyless task these last few weeks of car shopping. We have been on a quest to find the "perfect" car for me, and wow. What fun. I should actually clarify that sentence. HE has been on a quest to find the "perfect" car; because as for me? One car is pretty much just as good as another. Frankly, I don't think the perfect car exists and would be quite happy to settle for "good enough."
But - not hubby. He shakes in horror at the mere mention of "good enough." It has to be perfect. Every single night, he has come home with new research that he's been doing - and with excited plans to go test drive his newest and latest find....and once we're in the car, he begins to tear it apart - nitpick it to death - down to the stitching on the seats. Nothing has met his extremely high expectations lately when it comes to cars...and yet...I detect a somewhat sadistic pleasure in him in this quest.
Not me. I'm just tired of the whole process and want it over.
And thankfully, yesterday - it is. I put my foot down and said, "This is it. We're buying this car today. No more shopping." And we bought a car.
And the look on his face - it was like I had taken away his favorite toy. No more kicking tires. The agony. The defeat. Argh. I had squelched the "hunter" in him and he is not happy.