This has taken me a while to post, I know. A while back I posted about my own experience with being on “the young side” of marriage; you can read that here. I posted with stars in my eyes and a promise that my husband’s experience with being on the opposite side of the “average age” would come forthwith. Surely, I thought, he had something to say on the matter, some things he noticed, things that annoyed him.
I forgot that I married an antisocial hermit. Nothing bothers him. No one said anything to him.
So, what’s a blogger to do when she promises a post and can’t deliver? The only thing I can do: draw on my own experiences. Over the last few years, I have had people say one thing in particular to me, about my husband’s lack of interest in marriage until I came along, which I think I’ll share with you.
“We were starting to think he’d never get married!” This was said in so many different ways, honestly. It was always with a laugh, but with way too much truth ringing behind it. He’d been given up on. There was actually a running joke with my brother-in-law that, should anything happen to him, my husband would marry his widow, but some people actually took it as fact – that’s how convinced people were that he wouldn’t marry. When Frozen came out, I’d often say that my husband’s family was like Kristoff’s Troll family: “He’s brought a giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl!” It was true, though – people thought of him as the perpetual bachelor, the cool uncle, or the jerk at work.
That’s really all I noticed. Sorry this wasn’t longer! 😦 Thanks so much for stopping by, and as always, have a good one! 🙂