
i don't think a man has to be 100% jerk or 0% jerk, pp. my dh is maybe 15% jerk. those moments do happen... and i'll admit, i'm a jerk maybe 25% of the time too... |
I think I lucked out big time by finding my hubby. Not only is he tall, dark, handsome, funny and with a foreign accent, but he takes care of our baby girl as much as I do, can truly fix anything (another engineer), is kind to a fault, gets up early with DD on the weekends so I can sleep in, cooks, clean and does laundry, and goes out of his way every day to make me happy with little things and gestures.
I am so grateful for him every day. And my friends are always wishing he had a brother, or could be cloned ![]() |
I'm lucky-- mine's 0% jerk. He occasionally infuriates me, but mostly when I'm already in a pissy mood and even the cat annoys me. I think that some people's husbands do moronic things that end up getting posted, but they're probably not 100% jerks. At least I hope not, for their wives' sakes.
I also think that it's all about how you look at it. When my husband makes us an hour late looking for clean matching socks, his phone, remembering that he forgot to turn the computer off, etc etc, I could conclude that he is a jerk or I could take a deep breath, look at his cluelessly adorable face, and laugh my butt off while I watch him mumble to himself as he tries to find his keys. I choose option b, and as a result we seldom fight. It's not me repressing. I just remind myself that it really doesn't matter if we're not the first people to arrive at a dinner party, and it really doesn't matter if he ever manages to find and wear decent socks. He's cute, smart, kind, funny, sexy, sweet, and just as tolerant of my own bizarre shortcomings as I am of his. |
Agreed that moronic is different from jerky and can be approached from a more positive perspective. I think plenty of husbands have a good element of jerky, though. |
My husband is not perfect. My marriage is not perfect. But when I see what so many of my friends are going through right about now (we are all in our early 40s) - with husbands who cheat, beat, and could care less about being a father, I count my lucky stars for my less than perfect husband. |
True dat. |
I thank my lucky stars everyday for the man in my life. I was once married to a jerk, a cheater, boozer, you name it, it sucks. My husband isn't perfect, but he's perfect for me. He's the smartest man I know! We take care of each other, our strengths and weaknesses balance each other out. He's the one person I can spend my days with and not get annoyed-he's my best friend. Of course, we can get on each other's nerves, but we're human. After all these years, my heart still races when I know I'm going to see him after a long day.
I never complain about my husband, I like him for who he is. We were meant to be together-we were friends for years before the relationship became intimate. I believe the secret to a good marriage is a great friendship. |