It has been a hard week. Since my husband doesn't know what to do to cheer me up (and doesn't see that I need cheering up in the first place), I sent him an email grocery list with only one item on it: "pretty flowers for the wife."
That evening when he walked in the door, he was grinning ear to ear. He proudly handed me a bunch of wilted, decaying roses. I cheerfully smiled and said 'thank you.'
And then I spent the next several minutes peeling off layers of ugly, wilted petals in search of some sort of loveliness underneath.
The symbolism astounds me.
I am a wilted rose in this asperger marriage. And my aspie husband doesn't even see it. And there are layers of ugliness in our marriage. But if I work hard enough and put in lots of extra effort, I can find some loveliness buried down deep.
The question is,
ReplyDeleteDID you find loveliness under the wilt?
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Yes. Sad little flowers in a vase are better than an empty vase. They're still flowers! And I do appreciate that he put forth some effort. :o)
ReplyDeleteMy wife had to explain to me the difference between flowers from Coles, flowers from a Petrol station and flowers from a florist.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't see the difference without help but now I always get them from the right place.
That makes me laugh. :o) Next time I will be much more specific! "Pretty flowers for the wife that come from __________!"
ReplyDeleteUpdate: I finally threw the brown, dying roses away. My husband asked why I threw them away because he said they still looked just fine! And that was helpful to me . . . to see so clearly how very differently we view things.
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