Saturday was a grueling day of tux shopping. Now I understand why men hate to go clothes shopping with their wives/girlfriends. Sitting and waiting while it takes the other person AEON'S of time to get into and out of various outfits and the lingering over decisions all the while humming and hawing can really grate upon one's nerves.
A few things he insisted on.
1. Must be a tux. Black tux.
2. Must have a bow tie. None of this neck tie business. And a real bow tie is mandatory.
3. Must have a cumberbund. Black cumberbund.
Really? A cumberbund? Needless to say, I was less than thrilled at that option. I begged and pleaded with him "Please, how 'bout a vest instead of a cumberbund!" I bargained with him "If you have a vest, you can take off your suit coat when you get hot!" And finally, I argued with him "Cumberbunds are out of style!" But still he persisted.
I had given up all hope of changing his stubborn mind and we went home to relax before the parents came over. He sent a message to his sister asking her what she thought. She said vest. I asked for Jess's opinion, she said vest. He even asked his father what he though. He said "Give her what she wants."
I love Pops. He knows me.
Last night, I asked if he had finally come to a decision on this. Quietly and without any fanfare, he said he would go with the vest. I was shocked, stunned and astonished. He didn't even complain about it, he just sounded resigned.
And now I feel guilty. The one thing I should have let him choose for himself, his attire, I was too controlling to let go. Yikes. I have already broken the one steadfast rule of wifery. "Do not manipulate to get what you want."
This wife business is going to be trickier than I thought. It is not just about doing the laundry and having a meal prepared when he gets home...Why didn't they teach this in home ec?
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