You know all those petty arguments every married couple has? The ones where he blames her for X, and she blames him for Y? Well, I’m learning which of them were true in my relationship with Bill.
We had shared the responsibility over the years for doing the laundry. Bill started helping when I was working full-time out of the house and he was working at home. He has been doing the bulk of it over the last few years. And each and every time he did a laundry that included socks, at least one or two disappeared. Since I exercise most days, and wear good socks (Balega), it was annoying. They even got lost when I did the laundry so I never blamed Bill. But I have not lost a single sock since he passed! What on earth was he doing that we kept losing them?
Bill would frequently chastise me for leaving lights on. I did. Sometimes it was intentional because my eyes are weak and I need a lot of light. I just paid the July electric bill. It was 1/3 less than last July.
Bill and I shared a queen-sized bed, but we each had our own blanket. That’s because Bill accused me of taking the whole blanket during the night. I checked the blanket when I awoke this morning. His side of the bed was intact. I suspect when we shared a blanket, one of us would tug a little and the other would tug to get that little bit back. Just a little harder. And back and forth until somebody “won.”
On the other hand, some things I blamed Bill for were apparently not his fault at all.
Every once in a while the ice dispenser on the refrigerator door would stop dispensing. I blamed Bill because he frequently left the refrigerator door open for long spells. I figured the ice would melt a bit during that time, then refreeze when the door was closed. Well, it just happened again and I can’t blame him for it.
And I have no one, except myself of course, to blame when I can’t find something that “somehow” got misplaced.
There are many little things that Bill did that I now have to develop a habit of doing. He was the one to fill up the gas tank on the car. He did it on his car and mine. He took care of all maintenance of the cars. Not physically, but he always knew when to bring it in, and for what.
Since I am going on a trip shortly, I purchased a new piece of 29” luggage over the internet. It arrived in a large box inside a larger box. Bill was always the one to break down boxes for recycling. He had seemed to enjoy it. I did it today and I can see the “fun” in it. It probably took me 3 times as long because he would stomp it into submission. I cut it into pieces.
Thanks for following,
“Ann”
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