I like saying “mah huzband” much better than I expected. Also had a roommate through my mid forties and felt some shame from that. The culling of books—I thought I did that when the now Huz moved in, but just the other day I noticed I have likely—again— outgrown the need for many that I have. There was a time when I couldn’t collect enough books; there must be a tipping point somewhere. Now I seem to be aging away from their relevance at a faster rate.
I have used the term “spouse” for thirty+ years. It was inspired, I guess, by first being a seminary spouse and, then, a clergy spouse. Now, he’s my spouse and I am his spouse (though he does not, necessarily, use that term for me). It’s my choice and comfort zone. In any case, as you well know, life is a series of adjustments and adaptation.
When Dick’s brother, Brock, was diagnosed with lung cancer in his mid-50’s, he went through chemo/surgery/chemo. He found chemo treatments late in the week and recovery over the weekend allowed him a few “normal” days before starting all over again. That worked well for him and, he experienced 25 years of recovered health…but he could never give up the chewing gum that kept him from smoking again (a promise he made to his doctor, who said he would not treat him if he planned to continue smoking!).
You’ve got wonderful spunk, Martha. Keep it up and all will be well (as Julian of Norwich would say). Maggie😊💕🌈
I like saying “mah huzband” much better than I expected. Also had a roommate through my mid forties and felt some shame from that. The culling of books—I thought I did that when the now Huz moved in, but just the other day I noticed I have likely—again— outgrown the need for many that I have. There was a time when I couldn’t collect enough books; there must be a tipping point somewhere. Now I seem to be aging away from their relevance at a faster rate.
I have used the term “spouse” for thirty+ years. It was inspired, I guess, by first being a seminary spouse and, then, a clergy spouse. Now, he’s my spouse and I am his spouse (though he does not, necessarily, use that term for me). It’s my choice and comfort zone. In any case, as you well know, life is a series of adjustments and adaptation.
When Dick’s brother, Brock, was diagnosed with lung cancer in his mid-50’s, he went through chemo/surgery/chemo. He found chemo treatments late in the week and recovery over the weekend allowed him a few “normal” days before starting all over again. That worked well for him and, he experienced 25 years of recovered health…but he could never give up the chewing gum that kept him from smoking again (a promise he made to his doctor, who said he would not treat him if he planned to continue smoking!).
You’ve got wonderful spunk, Martha. Keep it up and all will be well (as Julian of Norwich would say). Maggie😊💕🌈
I love getting to know you more this way.
I also enjoy saying "husband" with a silly accent — I go for a Blanche Devereaux treatment myself.