They say opposites attract, and husband and I are very different. He is hard and muscular, I am soft and round. He is tall, I am short. He is quiet, I am loud.
But there are other, less obviously differences. Early in our marriage, when we fought over in-laws, I would often call his family passive-aggressive.
His response was always the same, "Yeah, well yours is aggressive-aggressive." Touche.
I grew up in a family where you yelled because you loved. We are still louder and more vocal than my Husband's family, but we also talk about everything and know where everyone stands on every issue. His family is very pleasant to be around, but for someone like me, it is sometimes hard to know when to mind my own business.
Driving home from Florida, our differences were highlighted.
I treat driving like a sport. GPS encourages that, with a checkered flag at the destination. I may not know much about racing, but I know what the checkered flag means.
When I see a vehicle up ahead, I speed up to pass. I hate being passed.
Husband actually drove behind a winnebago for 20 minutes.
My speed of travel was between 120 km/hr and 135 km/hr.
Husband traveled at 100 - 120.
Husband is an excellent driver. Really, the best driver I have ever seen. His personality is such that he is never in a hurry. He is relaxed, laid back, and easy going.
Now, I am no type-A. Really I'm not. But did I mention that we were opposites?
At one point during our trip, I got mad at the GPS.
Me: "She doesn't give you much notice about the turns, does she?" (Note: we always refer to the GPS as a woman. I would love to change it to a man's voice, just so we could curse him every now and then.)
Husband: "She assumes that you are driving the speed limit, not Mach 2."
The good news is, we made it home safe and sound. And we've been together long enough to treasure our differences, not to fight over them.
But come on. A WINNEBAGO!