Conversations with my husband, yes, he really says stuff like this, and my various mishaps

Aneeda72

Aneeda72

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I get him up at 6:30 as agreed. We are going shopping, senior hour, at the WinCo. You getting up? Nope, he says, you go. Yup, I say. I rarely drive now. Rarely go anywhere by myself. The reason will become apparent. How do I get there? What street is it on? 7200 south, on the east side. K.

Most of our streets are numbered not named. We live on the west side, at 5400, so easy. After half an hour can’t fine it. Sigh. Finally decide to drive down 7000, cross to 7800 it’s got to be between the two. Nope, its on 7000. I go into WinCo. When I finally get home I say to him you gave me the wrong street. Yup, he says with a smile.

Yup, he does that a lot. He thinks it’s funny 😕. Before I go home, I go to Costco.

I get to Costco, accidentally drop my keys between the seat and the center console. Dang. Get out of the car and move the seat back, reach under to seat to get the keys. Sigh. I fall into the car. I have balance problems. Now I’m stuck. I can’t pull myself up, I have a torn rotator cuff and can’t get my arm into position.

I finally manage to wiggle out a little, one butt cheek (😂) is sitting on the edge of the car. Still stuck, but managed, from this position with sore arm to grab car keys. But can’t get up. No one will help. I am beginning to think I will have to call the paramedics to get my stuck, weak, fat self out of my car so I can buy my son a chicken. Lovely.

Legs recover from the fall and seem stronger, I use my good arm to pull myself up, and I am finally unstuck. Now to get my walker out of the trunk. Omgosh, will spare you that story but was apparently entertaining to several, standing in line people. Finally got to get in line. Employee notices my arm, which is bandaged, and asks if she can put my walker into the grocery cart, so I don’t have to push my walker with one hand and pull the cart with the other.

It took me 20 minutes to get the walker out of my trunk, how could I possibly get it out of a cart. Yup, no thanks.
I explain the situation to my husband when I get home, of falling and being stuck in the car. His response, maybe I should have gone with you? You think?
 

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Aneeda72 said:
I get him up at 6:30 as agreed. We are going shopping, senior hour, at the WinCo. You getting up? Nope, he says, you go. Yup, I say. I rarely drive now. Rarely go anywhere by myself. The reason will become apparent. How do I get there? What street is it on? 7200 south, on the east side. K.

Most of our streets are numbered not named. We live on the west side, at 5400, so easy. After half an hour can’t fine it. Sigh. Finally decide to drive down 7000, cross to 7800 it’s got to be between the two. Nope, its on 7000. I go into WinCo. When I finally get home I say to him you gave me the wrong street. Yup, he says with a smile.

Yup, he does that a lot. He thinks it’s funny 😕. Before I go home, I go to Costco.

I get to Costco, accidentally drop my keys between the seat and the center console. Dang. Get out of the car and move the seat back, reach under to seat to get the keys. Sigh. I fall into the car. I have balance problems. Now I’m stuck. I can’t pull myself up, I have a torn rotator cuff and can’t get my arm into position.

I finally manage to wiggle out a little, one butt cheek (😂) is sitting on the edge of the car. Still stuck, but managed, from this position with sore arm to grab car keys. But can’t get up. No one will help. I am beginning to think I will have to call the paramedics to get my stuck, weak, fat self out of my car so I can buy my son a chicken. Lovely.

Legs recover from the fall and seem stronger, I use my good arm to pull myself up, and I am finally unstuck. Now to get my walker out of the trunk. Omgosh, will spare you that story but was apparently entertaining to several, standing in line people. Finally got to get in line. Employee notices my arm, which is bandaged, and asks if she can put my walker into the grocery cart, so I don’t have to push my walker with one hand and pull the cart with the other.

It took me 20 minutes to get the walker out of my trunk, how could I possibly get it out of a cart. Yup, no thanks.
I explain the situation to my husband when I get home, of falling and being stuck in the car. His response, maybe I should have gone with you? You think?
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Yeah, the jelly bean story is coming.
 
I have jelly beans, my ER supply for when I’m really stressed. Like all of us I am more stressed than usual, so I’ve been eating more jelly beans. Wow, I didn’t realize I had eaten half a jar so quick. I decided enough is enough and threw the rest of them away.

I emptied the jar into the trash can so no danger I’d change my mind and get them out. Husband asked, where’s the jelly beans. Why? Husband has, in his room, two jars of candy, a bag of candy, a can of nuts, a jar of sugar pecans, and some hard candies. And pretzels.

Why, I ask him do you care? They are my jelly beans, even though I keep them in the kitchen. I don’t keep food in my room. Because, he says, I’ve been eating them at night with my pretzels. 😠. So I say, have you already eaten ALL your candy? Nope.

Did you throw them away, he asked. Yes, cause I thought I was eating them too fast. But seems I wasn‘t, seems you were eating them. Yup, but I shouldn’t, cause the stick to my dentures. Sigh. He’s right, he shouldn’t be eating my candy, but he’s wrong about the reason.

And he turns and walks away. Goes into his room, and puts his dresser in front of his door so I can’t get into his room for two days cause he’s mad that I threw away my jelly beans. I have to call him if I want something from him. Or walk all the way around to the other side of the house, and go through the laundry room, and his bathroom, and then there is another door into his bedroom.

I swear, he’s five years old. Do you want me to buy you some more jelly beans when I go to Costco? Nope. Grab some more pretzels though. Sure.
 

Since you're married, the jelly beans are not "yours;" they are Community Property. So, you had absolutely no right to throw them away. 😁
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win231 said:
Since you're married, the jelly beans are not "yours;" they are Community Property. So, you had absolutely no right to throw them away. 😁
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I disagree. He normally doesn’t eat jelly beans, he was eating them because they were mine. He keeps his candy in his room so I can’t have any of it. When we moved into this house we each got a cupboard for our private not to be shared food. He filled his and then put his coffee, which he didn’t have room for, in my cupboard. I don’t drink coffee.

He is terribly jealous of anything I have, it’s so strange. He’s always been that way, and has gotten worst over the years. Good thing I don’t wear dresses 😂.
 
Liberty said:
Wow, I knew my hub and I were happily married for all these years, but now I've got a glimmer of just HOW happily married we are. Maybe its because we don't have any jelly beans or pretzels in the house...lol.
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When you have two portly people in the house and your favorite treat is called "Jelly Belly," it's just a fuse waiting to be lit.
 
Aneeda72 said:
I disagree. He normally doesn’t eat jelly beans, he was eating them because they were mine. He keeps his candy in his room so I can’t have any of it. When we moved into this house we each got a cupboard for our private not to be shared food. He filled his and then put his coffee, which he didn’t have room for, in my cupboard. I don’t drink coffee.

He is terribly jealous of anything I have, it’s so strange. He’s always been that way, and has gotten worst over the years. Good thing I don’t wear dresses 😂.
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What? You each have ‘own’ candy, pretzels, nuts in your ‘own’ cupboard and you fight over them?😳
 
Keesha said:
What? You each have ‘own’ candy, pretzels, nuts in your ‘own’ cupboard and you fight over them?😳
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No, you are confused. He keeps HIS cereal in his cupboard. I rarely eat cereal, but when we were in the apartment I didn’t feel like making oatmeal so I poured myself a bowl of his Frosted Flakes and said I am having a bowl of your cereal. Is that ok?

He said, why don’t you buy your own? Obviously because I’m not currently in a grocery store. And I poured the cereal back into the box. We don’t fight over food. We have shared food, and his food. The jelly beans he would consider mine cause he doesn’t like them.

Until, he decided he couldn’t stand I had something that was “mine” so had to have them. That’s what I am saying-he is getting stranger and stranger. Had I known it was him eating them and not me I’d given them to him. He swear s he doesn’t have food issues, but he does.

I could have some of the candy he has in his room but I don’t want it. I even forget he has it. But I’d have to tell him I am having some. The jelly bean thing was odd.
 
I've always secretly admired married couples that could fight and still enjoy each other. Hub and I just can't fight efficiently, or productivelyit doesn't work for us, guess we've not been trained right. No Italian blood on either side I guess...lol.
 
Aneeda72 said:
When we moved into this house we each got a cupboard for our private not to be shared food. He filled his and then put his coffee, which he didn’t have room for, in my cupboard.
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According the the above paragraph you each have your own food cupboards.

The jelly bean thing was odd?🤔
You think? 😨😂🤣

Funny though. My husband is the opposite. He lets me eat my candy and half his too. 😇
Not that I do . Ok not always. Lol
 
Liberty said:
I've always secretly admired married couples that could fight and still enjoy each other. Hub and I just can't fight efficiently, or productivelyit doesn't work for us, guess we've not been trained right. No Italian blood on either side I guess...lol.
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It’s like living with Jekyll and Hyde. He can be very nice when he wants to be, it’s just that he rarely wants to be. The more he gets his way, though, the nicer he is. So I just give in cause I really don’t care much anymore.
 
Keesha said:
According the the above paragraph you each have your own food cupboards.

The jelly bean thing was odd?🤔
You think? 😨😂🤣

Funny though. My husband is the opposite. He lets me has my candy and eat half his too. 😇
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Yup, 🥺, odd even for him. And yes, his ideal so he can protect his Frosted Flakes. 😂. I eat oatmeal and cream of wheat, absolutely no danger of him raiding my cupboard.
 
Married? Sounds a lot more like two people living together to share expenses.We've never had his & hers separate anything. Didn't mean that to sound harsh it's just that we've been married 58 years. A lot of tough times & good in those years. But I truly have to say we are living the best life ever together 24/7 in retirement.

Your post helps me to remember how lucky we are.
 

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