MrsPages and I are in the throes of some personal and relationship healing. We’re both really looking at ourselves and each other and talking about why certain things keep happening and why certain other things aren’t happening. It’s been wonderful to look at our lives, discuss things, mull over them and then look back and say “Oh yeah! I’m a selfish git about that! Wow, I never realized,” and then ask and get forgiveness and truly work on loving each other even more.
During a walk to Forbidden Flavours (a local coffee shop) for two large decaf Melanges, MrsPages was talking about her latest revelation: her over-developed sense of duty. She will deny herself things even when it’s not entirely necessary, because “duty” says that’s the right thing to do.
In the midst of the conversation, she came out with this gem: “Of course the choice was clear to me and my duty-head…” I giggled. I laughed. I daresay I even guffawed. MrsPages stared blankly.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“You have a duty-head! MrsPages is a duty-head!” (say it out loud…)
Okay, so she didn’t find it that funny. The interesting thing is that none of the women who have heard this story think it’s funny either, but all the men giggle like schoolkids.
Then, of course, we make fart noises with our armpits and then go ring doorbells and run away. Maybe this will come up in the course of our relationship discussions.
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