It’s my two year wedding anniversary. I used to hear people say things like “she’s the only one who understands me!” and I thought that was crap; how could it be that only one person in the world understands you? And then I met my wife. And she’s the only one who understands me.
Most people would describe me as easygoing, supportive, understanding, patient. I suppose I can occasionally be cranky, in a get-of-my-lawn-you-darned-kids kind of way, but I’m not the angry type. Except sometimes, when I suddenly am angry at everyone. Talk to me? That’s a fightin’. Walk past me and not talk to me? Well, you must hate me and now I hate you too, so that’s a fightin’. Cut me off on the road? That’s a double fightin’! But it’s always been really an odd set of behavior, something that just didn’t fit in at all. I didn’t know what caused it, and it just made people I used to date really confused and defensive. (Act defensive? That’s a fightin’.)
Then, one day, the monster came out with Courtney. And, very calmly, she responded: you need a snack! (Propose a solution? That’s a fightin’!) Of course, I grumbled and wanted nothing to do with it, but I was hungry, so I had a snack. Not because she suggested it, but because I wanted one. And because she suggested it. OK, I was hungry, and I really needed a snack, and then I had one, and then I was in a good mood. (Good mood? That’s a… ooo, the puppy’s sure cute!)
I don’t know how it took until I was 31, but, somehow, somebody understood me well enough to know that I got cranky when I got hungry. And that person, the only one who understands me? Of course, she’s my wife. Happy second anniversary baby, I’m so happy I married the only person in the world who really understands me!