The Sweet Husband

Blurred Lines

I have always had periods of introspection.My mama called it feeling sorry for yourself, always made me feel like it was a bad thing.
As I got older and it still happened, I realized that self pity was not what was happening.
Sometimes I felt sorry about things that had happened, but what I was doing was self analysis, bookkeeping of a personal sort.

The way I realized this was the sweet husband,this terribly complex man I married whose world is composed of black or white,left or right, right or wrong, there are no greys for him, Ever.

As I explained to him many years ago how I took stock and how wrong my mother had made me feel about it. He held me gently and said, I never saw any shade of any different color until you pointed them out to me. I will never be good at seeing them for myself, ever. I know that. But you will remind me,and I listen to you. Your mother was wrong, and I know it's hard for you to see that, because you saw her greys as well as your own.

This is why we make a good team, I teach him that things are not always one way, sometimes the line is blurred.And he teaches me that just because there is a blurred line, doesn't mean you don't have to do the right thing.