Need some examples?
-- When I was in true labor with Cole and Bella, he sat across from my hospital bed eating a hot meatball sandwich from Subway...all the while I'm writhing in pain with each agonizing contraction, my sister is trying to help me focus on breathing and my brother-in-law is attempting to convince me that the pain is only temporary.
Tim swears even to this day that he had NO idea I was in THAT much pain. Apparently, I was supposed to make a formal announcement to let him know that my insides were being tortured as my body prepared to give life to HIS children.
-- He never believes me when it comes to dangerous situations. I know danger when I see it, trust me. I lived in Miami for a few years.
Remember the whole "psycho killer" debacle, where I was absolutely convinced that there was an ax murderer outside of our house, playing with the breakers and he wouldn't believe me....until we had solid proof of it.
And the time he left one of the kids at the top of a waterfall all by herself, where she had to fend off hungry vultures and angry mountain lions.
Okay, so there weren't any mountain lions or vultures but there COULD HAVE been...and that was my point.
-- When preparing our taxes last year, he claimed to have never realized that my middle name was Jan. Oh, but wait...it gets worse. He also claimed he didn't know I had been born in New Hampshire.
I punished him by challenging him to a test where he had to answer questions about how well he knew me. He passed....barely.
Actually, maybe this particular example has less to do with naivete and has more to do with POOR listening skills.
-- He had no first date etiquette whatsoever. People, I'm not kidding when I tell you this and please feel free to shake your head and exclaim, "Oh no, he didn't!" when you read this.
The first time we met was on a blind date at Chili's. He ordered the chicken fried chicken, which was one of his all-time favorite meals. Immediately after cutting up his chicken, the dude licked the gravy off his knife. Let me repeat again...HE LICKED THE GRAVY OFF HIS FREAKIN KNIFE!! I mean, who does that...especially on a FIRST date?!
It was almost an instant deal breaker.
However, he agreed to add, "And I promise to never, ever lick any of my utensils at the dinner table again so long as we both shall live" to his wedding vows.
Okay, that last part isn't really true but now that I think about it, I should've had him make that promise because his poor table etiquette still continues to this very day.
Want to share something about your husband, boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, or parter in crime...link up with Deb at Menopausal Mom and/or Lee at Headaches, Hormones and Hotflashes for "My husband is so...."