Quirks

 Here we were starting a family and trying to learn about one another. All those silly quirks that were not noticeable before or that were hid very well. I for one did not like to be touched while we slept. Being pregnant I felt like I emanated heat. I did not want him anywhere near me. If he accidentally touched me I politely shoved his arm back at him. I also did not like to wear shoes around the house so you could find my shoes everywhere, under the dining table, in the bathroom. I also leave my clothes on the bathroom floor even if there is a hamper near by.These were all small quirks. Things he could learn to live with easily. His quirk was not so easy.

On saturday mornings we liked to do all those things our parents forbade us. We would wake up and crawl to the living room to watch television. We would eat breakfast in front of the TV and concentrate on the Saturday morning cartoons. we watched X-men and Spiderman and our favorite Pinky and the Brain. I would be ready to start our day after this but not him. He had one more show to watch. Something he had been waiting to spring on me. Probably the most reviling show on television. Something I found disgusting and overrated… Wrestling. Yes my husband was into WWW.

How dare he hide this from me.  How could I allow this form of entertainment to enter into my home. Who was this man that I was living with and about to have a child with.

"why are you watching that?" I asked
"Cause I want to",  He answered
"this is a stupid show, please do not watch it"
"you are not my mother, do not tell me what to watch"
"Only stupid people watch this and you are not stupid"
"Well I am watching it so I must be stupid"

UGH!!!! This is a stupid stupid show. Why is he watching this. If he has the stupidity to watch this what other dumb things is he hiding from me. Fine I don't have to watch it with him, I'll just sulk in the bedroom. He shouts excitedly. "Ohh my goodness, you have to see what just happened, they're showing replays, come look!"

I was most certainly am not going to go look. Doesn't he see that I'm sulking. "I don't care" I answer him. No answer from him. Ah so he must be aware about how upset I am about this wrestling thing. I look out and like a little kid his eyes are glued to the action and he's cheering for someone.

I look at him and see the children we both are and all I think is he's cute and I love him.