Here's the crazy part: Jim doesn't talk shit about me. He doesn't complain to his buddies even when I'm at my cuntiest. I don't know how he does it! I'd go insane if I didn't have my girls to run to when he flips back and forth between NASCAR and golf, or when he
So after my mind reels about this for a second, she says, "Yeah, so I'm doing this thing where I try not to complain about Hubs". It made me flash on how common it is for me to criticize Jim for things that don't matter at all, except that it happened to be on my mind and I was in the mood to rag about shit, and I genuinely felt ashamed about it. I thought about my friend Eric, and how he never says anything untoward about his wife, either, and I start feeling even worse. I mean, these guys exercise self-control like it's their damn jobs, and I can't seem to find my inner shut-the-fuck-up.
That was last night before bed, and it's been at the back of my mind all day. I'm thinking Ang's onto something with putting forth the effort not to complain about Mr. Ang. It's too easy to fall into the habit of fault-finding, and I'd like to respect Jim the way he respects me. I'm thinking maybe I'll challenge myself to say something positive about him every day (out loud? in public? on facebook? hmm.). Whatchew think, Ang? Wanna join the challenge?