Yes, Dear.

"A long marriage is two people trying to dance a duet and two solos at the same time. "~Anne Taylor Fleming



There are two little words in the English language my husband (the egyptian) has yet to learn - Yes and Dear.

I had an epiphany yesterday afternoon while I waited for him at the mosque. In his world, he is always right, it is his way or no way, and the man is definitely the solid "head" of the family.

In my world - all you have to do is agree with me. Now, before my male readers start to close this post and delete me from their newsfeed, just hear me out. I don't mean agree with everything. I simply mean agree with the little, petty things.. the things MOST guys could care less about.

Like, where to go to eat. A woman has a right to change her mind, and often (might I add.) Yesterday, after I picked him up, we were driving to find something to eat. I said, "Hey, there are tons of restaurants we have never been to in Birmingham. Let's just randomly pick one."

So we continue to drive.. and then he says, "I don't see anything. Let's just go to that chinese place."

I replied, NO and then said, "Wait - I know what I am craving."

We pull up to a restaurant we have patroned maybe 1/2 a dozen times over the course of a year and he says, "But we have eaten here before."

I said, "Yeah, but I decided I wanted this instead."

He then rolls his eyes.

All he had to say was, "Yes, dear."

"Strike an average between what a woman thinks of her husband a month before she marries him and what she thinks of him a year afterward, and you will have the truth about him." ~H.L. Mencken, A Book of Burlesques, 1916