A Salad Might Improve Our Marriage.

*I changed the title of this entry from "save" to "improve," as I realized that we don't need saving just yet.*

I mentioned how Yubo reacted to my book study proposal. I talked with him again about it last night, asking what I could do to encourage him to read. He said he would think about it, but couldn't come up with anything just yet.

It was actually pretty interesting last night. I was getting a little frustrated that our association wants us to leave our door open for 5 hours this Saturday to paint. I threw out that we should get a temporary screen door before realizing they would probably tape up plastic to protect stuff. Yubo said I was being extreme, and when I asked how, he balked and quickly said I wasn't being extreme.

Eventually, I told him that it feels like he treats me like a dangerous crazy lady sometimes. So I asked him to stop doing that, and to tell me his thoughts and opinions even if they differ from mine and even if he thinks I'll get upset.

I don't remember if it was before or after this, but we generally had some good discussions. At one point, I noticed he was trying to hang in there but was slipping away. I simply asked if he needed me to stop and he confirmed, so I stopped. I later gave him a hug and thanked him for giving me that much time, for being honest with me, and that I wanted more of it.

Then we talked about reading the book. He went off to grab a drink for the morning. As I sat in bed waiting for him, it hit me. I could eat a salad. He always wants me to eat salads, and would do anything to get me to.

So I wrote out a contract: For each chapter he reads and discusses with me, I will eat one salad within that week. He read it, agreed, and we signed it.

Even if I have to eat a salad, I'm really looking forward to going through this book with him.