When Steve was here for Thanksgiving, he made a genuine effort to get along with Jade. I noticed right away and let him know how much I appreciated his changed attitude.
His explanation was so typical Steve.
While he was back on Maui, Steve spent every evening relaxing in the master bedroom’s air-conditioned comfort, watching movie after movie from our extensive collection. One of his choices was “The Last Boy Scout,” yet another Bruce Willis action flick where he plays a gruff wisecracking hero with an estranged wife.
In this particular movie, Bruce came home to discover his wife sleeping with his best friend. Her justification was that she was lonely, as her husband was always off saving the world.
Bruce’s response? “Get a dog.”
Apparently, the line hit home. Steve came to the earthshattering realization that if I was lonely enough to actually want and need a dog, it’s a darn good thing that I only went looking for a dog.
So now, every time she barks at Steve, he just thinks to himself that it could have been a whole lot worse. An annoying little dog that barks at men isn’t all that bad a companion for me after all.
Honestly, after twenty-five years of wedded bliss, it flatters my ego that my husband still believes I’m attractive enough to invite competition.
It just makes the fact that I only have eyes for him that much more special.