I'm a Lying, Crazy, Exaggerator
...or so says my loving husband
...or so says my loving husband
My husband thinks I am crazy, an exaggerator, or just plain lying 90 % of the time. Oh, blow me!!
Well, maybe I am exaggerating with this statement above, but it is really starting to irk after 10 years of marriage. I am well-educated with a degree from Berkeley, actually do read a fair bit, and keep abreast of current events. Yet, every time I say something that doesn't resonate with his reality, he thinks it's an exaggeration or I am inalienably wrong.
For a while in my marriage, it simply served to hurt my self-esteem and make me doubt myself. Certainly a man with an engineering degree growing up in a family of mathematics masters and Geo-physics PhDs would know better than me as a first generation college graduate of Political Science, yes?
Well, it's taken a few years, but, that's a resounding hell no. It's gotten to the point now that I have to prove I am right. Or, if I know 100 % I am right, then I'll bet CG and then he knows I am so incredibly right there's no use arguing. He knows I hate gambling (serious issues with that topic) so when I do bet, I ALWAYS win.
So past bets have been about what the white of the orange is called. It's pith, but I had to prove it with the dictionary. (If you follow the link, keeping reading down to the middle of the page.)
Then there was the way he said linguica as lin-gwee-ka (spelled somewhat phonetically). At first, I thought it was a joke, so giggled when he said it. then I realized he thought that was the correct pronunciation and I was wrong with my soft "c." Ack, it took a consultation with dictionary.com with it's audio pronunciation of "ling-gwee-suh" to prove my case.
The latest is the weather in Alaska. I swear CG's mind is going senile because he was writing the coldest temperature he had been was -43 at a yelp.com competition. I said, "But honey, don't you remember when we were in the Fred Meyer's parking lot when it was -63?" He looks at me with a smirk and said, "Sure it was," in that patronizing tone of disbelief I know so well.
Well, maybe I am exaggerating with this statement above, but it is really starting to irk after 10 years of marriage. I am well-educated with a degree from Berkeley, actually do read a fair bit, and keep abreast of current events. Yet, every time I say something that doesn't resonate with his reality, he thinks it's an exaggeration or I am inalienably wrong.
For a while in my marriage, it simply served to hurt my self-esteem and make me doubt myself. Certainly a man with an engineering degree growing up in a family of mathematics masters and Geo-physics PhDs would know better than me as a first generation college graduate of Political Science, yes?
Well, it's taken a few years, but, that's a resounding hell no. It's gotten to the point now that I have to prove I am right. Or, if I know 100 % I am right, then I'll bet CG and then he knows I am so incredibly right there's no use arguing. He knows I hate gambling (serious issues with that topic) so when I do bet, I ALWAYS win.
So past bets have been about what the white of the orange is called. It's pith, but I had to prove it with the dictionary. (If you follow the link, keeping reading down to the middle of the page.)
Then there was the way he said linguica as lin-gwee-ka (spelled somewhat phonetically). At first, I thought it was a joke, so giggled when he said it. then I realized he thought that was the correct pronunciation and I was wrong with my soft "c." Ack, it took a consultation with dictionary.com with it's audio pronunciation of "ling-gwee-suh" to prove my case.
The latest is the weather in Alaska. I swear CG's mind is going senile because he was writing the coldest temperature he had been was -43 at a yelp.com competition. I said, "But honey, don't you remember when we were in the Fred Meyer's parking lot when it was -63?" He looks at me with a smirk and said, "Sure it was," in that patronizing tone of disbelief I know so well.
Now, I certainly remember because living mostly alone with all his deployments, the weather was certainly noticeable. So he continues to suggest it's my imagination. He maintained in Fairbanks proper, it never got colder than -43 when we lived there from 1997-2000. This is where I thank all the gods for the invention of the Internet.
It was tricky, but after I while I came upon the University of Alaska at Fairbanks. They had a study with graph that proved not just once but TWICE in a two year period, temperatures dipped below -60 while we lived there and not when CG was deployed(another assertion once he realized I was seriously in a snit and sure I was not on crack or my memory was bent beyond all recognition).
So there, CG! I tried to show him the graph, but he preferred his own sanctimonious memory. But, my engineer sweetie, one cannot argue with the data points!
1 Witty Comments For Me:
Just so it gets recorded, in a public forum (as long as it gets past the comment moderator), you were right about everthing you've mentioned here and more.
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