Sometimes it feels like our relationship is simply doomed to fail. We're just two totally different people in probably too many ways; impossible, often to reconcile our selves. There are moments when mouse just becomes angry with him. He's too analytical, level-headed, stubborn and a host of other things mouse is honestly too angry to recall. He's too calm and can probably do everything better than mouse. He just knows himself very well.
He's not the type, like when his car wouldn't go into gear suddenly, to pop the hood and try to figure out what was wrong. He simply calmly called the auto club. Then he phoned work -- honestly he would never phone mouse until the very last. Not because she's not important, but he wouldn't want her to worry. He's a boy scout who carries flares in his trunk.
Recently on a country road, he came upon a car accident right after it occurred. It was becoming dark, so he set out flares to warn others. He would have probably done it during the day. He has blankets and water in there also. Oh and a change of shoes. First aid kit and rubber gloves.
Who does that? Yes very prepared, people.
When there's a problem, he's the calm one. He rarely loses his temper (seriously that's possibly the biggest, most annoying thing about him -- other than when he does lose it watch out). He can see things clearly even if mouse can't. It's not easy to live with.
Yet, despite mouse's emotional volatility, who easily becomes wrapped up in silly things like worries or fears...we seem to balance each other. Or provide balance to each other. Guess we do kinda fit together...like the way magnets are drawn to each other...
But they do repell also. Thankfully we don't really have that issue!
When the baby was ill, mouse was unglued...he was calm.
Thank goodness for that! But still, while its going on its kinda annoying. Then mouse wonders what she brings to it all...other than escape from his deeply predictable, carefully planned existence.
Oh yes, when mouse began this post she was angry with him. All his levelheadedness. There was a point (really), but really can't think about why now...somehow in this sideways rant, mouse lost it. Lol.
Song selection: Love, Regn O'er Me; The Who