Relationships are a very odd thing when you stop and consider them. We all have these relationships. We need them, depend on them, sometimes use them, but all of us are driven crazy by some or all of them. I think that, though she loves me, I am that crazy relationship for my wife. Consider a ‘normal’ conversation between us. Me: I need your help getting the kids bathed and put down for bed. Her: I’m coming, just give me a second. Me: I won’t be able to do this on my own. Her: I know. I’m finishing the dishes, massa. Me: Can you pleeeeease help me? Her: Do you hear me when I’m talking? Then, in one swift motion, she somehow un-twirls a kid from their bath towel straight into their pajamas, managing to send them spinning directly towards their bed. With her other arm she grabs another kid by his ankles, shaking the clothes off of him and dropping him in the bathtub. With her left foot she pins another kid in a corner so she can wait her turn. With her free leg, she roundhouse kicks me o
You don't know me. I'm okay with that. This is my search for insignificance.