Monday, February 11, 2008
The gate that is locked
Possessive ~ showing the desire to possess
Protective ~ to shield from injury : GUARD
These last few weeks have been... well, how do I say nicely?... trying. I have been trying to help my husband by keeping up with the chores that he usually does when he gets home from work. He has been off more with two surgeries, Dr. appointments and with the pain. I just want to help him. He first was getting irritated with me because of the way it was making him feel. As the week wore on, he just couldn't do it. He still gets irritated, not so much with me, but it comes out in ways that it does to the ones that are the closest to you by snapping. At one point he said that I was being too possessive with him. I corrected him and said I was being protective. He said that there wasn't much of a difference between possessive and protection. I gave up the argument because I didn't want to exhaust him. But, I did tell him that if it were me going through this, I would like to see how he would handle it. I don't think it would be too different. The firewood is in the alley behind the locked gate that I have misplaced my key to (not a surprise ~ I am really bad at this). So I have to ask him for the key so that I can unlock the gate. He said irritated, "Ange! I can do it!" I said once again to him how he is in so much pain and has had two surgeries, just let me do it! We then compromised that he would only bring in one small log at a time. I agreed to that. I just figured that I would hurriedly fill the iron wood ring up before he could do too much. We both talked about when we would get the wood and it would be after I washed my car. He would rest in the mean time. As I was drying my car, he slowly walked out and said the guy who was putting the mural on his new trailer just called and said it was ready, he could pick it up. Big sigh! I said, "Why don't you let me go with you?" I could see in his eyes he needed a break from me. I then said, "Okay, why don't you leave me the key so that I can open up the gate and get the wood while you are gone?" He then looked at me like that wasn't fair. I then said, "Charlie, you are going to be worn out by the time you hook up your trailer to the truck. Just let me do it." Irritation shown as he handed me the ring of keys and said, "Don't lose these! It has all of my keys to unlock my tools to the old trailer." I immediately said "Well then, you be real good, and maybe I will give you the keys to everything they unlock... that my love, is what you call possessive." He got a smile on his face that followed with laughing. It's nice to see that we still can have a sense of humor through all of this.
Laughter is medicine for the heart.