As you can see in this picture of Brad, it was painful for him to hear the truth, but I have to be honest, and Brad needs to try and find happiness with his plain looking wife. So hear is the truth, plain and simple for everyone else to hear. True, I didn’t get Brad Pitt, but
Brad Pitt is no Brian Haskell.
Brian and I had been married about 8 years and we were living in Orem by Lakeridge Jr. High. One night after the kids were finally asleep I started playing a game of Tetris while Brian was working on his lesson for church. He ask me to help with something having to do with the lesson but I was at the highest level I had ever been! So I said “yeah, just wait a bit”. After a while I noticed that Brian was gone. I turned off the TV and went upstairs. All the lights were off and he had already locked up the house for the night. I went up stairs to our bedroom and aside from all the lights being turned out, my bedroom door was locked.
Now what you need to know is that Brian had NEVER, ever gone to bed without me, turned out the lights on me and definitely he had never locked me out of our own room!
At this point a normal wife would just knock on the door, but not me! For some reason, still unknown to me, I got mad. I remember thinking “how rude! I can’t believe he is upset about Tetris!” I know this sounds dumb. I really don’t know what I was thinking. Brian has never ever once been mad at me. Still to this day. But anyway…… where was I?
Oh yes, I got mad. So I yell. “Brian!” Nothing, No answer. And then it happens. I morphed into some sort of mix between a ninja and one of Charlie’s Angels. (not the not-so-cute angel, Kate Jackson)
And I KICKED down our bedroom door. Yep, you read correctly. It wasn’t pretty. The door was still kind of attached to part of the hinges and what I saw as I looked past the hanging door was not a sleeping husband who had so rudely gone to bed without me. No, what I saw was Brian all dressed up. Candles around the room. Music playing softly. Roses in his hands, and a gorgeous nightgown lying out on our bed.
He didn’t get mad. He didn’t ask any questions. He smiled at me as I tried to get through the doorway. It was actually very romantic.
I tried to explain that I “had actually been so anxious to see him I just couldn’t stand it anymore and I just HAD to burst in the room!” I’m sure he totally believed me.
Yep, that’s my guy.
I’m secretly afraid that one of these days I will wake up in the morning to find him staring at me and when I ask, “what ‘cha thinking about?” and he will say “Wow. You really got a better deal in this marriage thing than I did.”
Maybe he has thought it before. I just don’t think he would say it to me when he knows what kind of serious ninja skills I have. Wise man.