“You saved $58.00,” the cashier said to me as she handed me
the receipt for the cute summer dress.
“And that’s exactly what I tell my husband,” I replied.
She chuckled and we exchanged a knowing nod.
We each fully understood that this dress, marked down twice
on clearance and then with a coupon tendered, was a total deal—it would almost
be wrong not to have bought it.
Where men ask “What did it cost?” women say “This is what I
saved…”
Somewhere into our second decade (yes, decade) of marriage my
husband stopped trying to understand my logic when shopping. He stopped
pointing out what I had to spend to save because he finally realized that my
brain simply did not compute his logic.
Around the same time, I gave up trying to understand why he
had 32 different kinds of string and dozens of power strips hanging on the
pegboard in the basement. For me, what was most frustrating was that whenever
we needed string—or a power strip—what we already owned “wasn’t the right
kind.”
It made me crazy—and so for my own sanity’s sake, I had to finally
stop staring at (and reminding him of) the numerous power strips and countless
spools of string that we already owned but were never “right” for any job that
needed a power strip or string.
Fortunately for our marriage, we each adopted a willingness
to let go of that which seemed incomprehensible.
He no longer tries to understand why I have about 25 pairs
of black leggings and I no longer try to understand why he has only one pair of
lounge pants to wear on the weekend. (I can’t even tell you how many pairs of
comfy pants I have purchased over the past 30 years that I’ve returned because
he “doesn’t need them.”)
So next summer when I wear this adorable dress and he
compliments me, I will tell him that I saved $58 and he will understand—not in
a logical way of how I came up with that figure but in the way that makes our
marriage work because he will know that saving all that money on the dress made
me happy and, more importantly, that his power strips and string are safe on
the pegboard in the basement.
I love this post! :)
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