Sometimes I wonder just how Himself and I ever got together

Sometimes I wonder how we ever got married. Seriously – I look at him and I look at me and I think, ‘ how the hell did we ever get together?’

After nearly 20 years of marriage, I can honestly say that apart from the two offspring we jointly produced (although I do like to think I had a bit more to do with that than him!) we really have nothing in common.

There’s lots of little differences. He’s a morning person. I’m a night owl. He loves exercise, getting out and about, doing stuff. I like nothing more than lying horizontal on the couch watching TV or reading a book. He reads one book a year and on his kindle. I detest kindle. I’m sensitive, he’s not….AT ALL.

He never really gets worked up (except maybe when the credit card bill comes in), I’m always getting worked up. I overthink things all the time. I imagine things being said and done that haven’t whilst he deals only with empirical evidence.

Yes I know opposites attract and all that but really sometimes when the differences between us are so vast I think, ‘Someone up there put us together for the laugh’.

Case in point – presents. I put a lot of time and thought into buying presents for him. He honestly doesn’t. I like them to have meaning and emotional depth. His idea of emotional depth is to write, ‘ love K’ on a card.

So I decided I would get his favourite song lyrics customised in a framed print for him for Christmas. The only problem was, I didn’t know what his favourite song was. I started googling best song lyrics of all time in case something jumped out at me. Three songs kept reappearing – Coldplay’s Yellow, Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years and Ed Sheeran’s Perfect.

We’re sitting on the couch and I say, ‘can you guess these lyrics?’ First up was Yellow, ‘ look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do, Yeah they were all yellow.’ I’m crying by the end of the first verse and he goes, ‘Oh God, let me think…yeah that’s Boreplay! Hate them.’

‘What about this one,’ I continue. ‘I have died everyday, waiting for you, Darling don’t be afraid, I have loved your for a thousand years…’ ‘I can’t think of her name but I hate that song.’ Grrrrrrrrr!

Ok third time lucky – ‘What about this: ‘ Baby I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms, barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song.’ He clicks his fingers, ‘ That’s The Ginger! What’s his name Ed Sheerhan. Wouldn’t cross the road to see him.’

‘So what is your favourite song then?’

‘Guns and Roses – November Rain,’ and he breaks into song…‘So if you want to love me, then darlin’ don’t refrain or I’ll just end up walkin’ in the Cold November Rain.’

Subtle much?

I LIKE PRESENTS TO HAVE MEANING AND EMOTIONAL DEPTH. HIS IDEA OF EMOTIONAL DEPTH IS TO WRITE, ‘LOVE K’ ON A CARD