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Warning: Wife chiming in here.
Hubby and I joke around. We both agree I'm a cheap date. (I'd always order the cheapest meal on the menu and, at times ,just went for a soda, if he offered to pay for dinner. It was just what I felt like having at the moment. Even now our date-nights usually consist of watching a movie through Netflix or Amazon plus a snack of some kind. Seems perfect to me, but I really am still a cheap date. lol)
I really can't say I'm THAT wife. I already lived on my own, so already wasn't moving away from family.
He probably would have moved into my apartment when we got married, but I was already moving out before we got married. (My landlord changed the terms. Originally, he paid the heat. The he stripped out the radiators and added 8 feet of copper piping to heat a room big enough to be my living room, dining room --complete with table big enough to seat eight people -- kitchen and office, plus a ten foot high ceiling. And another eight feet of copper pipes to heat my bedroom which was the same size as the room I just described. The previous winter, I could literally see my breath in my own home. The thermostat only went down to 50 degrees, but no matter how high I set it it never moved above that 50 degree mark. SEVEN blankets and two sets of pajamas at night and I was still freezing. It's a wonder I didn't die. That bad.) The only thing that changed was we chose our next apartment together, and he chipped in for the rent before he moved in. (Got the apartment in August. Got married in October.) So he moved in with me anyway.
No kids. So, nothing to do with any of the problems of having kids, although he never seemed to notice I got fat minus having kids.
And, yes, I changed my last name. Then again my name shortened from 10 letters to 8 letters, and more people can pronounce this name right the first time when they read it. So, it worked out great on my end. Only thing now is people assume I'm Polish because of my last name. Well, after 35 years with him and we both learned about Polish foods together, I figure we're probably both as Polish as we'll ever be. (He still has every single Polish joke memorized. I only remember two. lol)
Meanwhile, he got the wife that hates doing housework or cooking (unless it's making desserts.) He makes dinner. Yippee! And we divde housework by which one hates it the most. (I hate vacuuming the most, so he vacuums. He hates doing bills, so I do bills. I can't lug clothes around, but can fold, so he lugs and I fold. Neither one of us hates doing dishes so whoever thinks to do them first does dishes that day. lol)
He got stuck with the pipe-dream schemer. (I worked when I could, but always had a scheme to make more money on the side -- Amway, a diet drink, start my own secretarial services/resume' writing/desktop marketing business, make clothes for teddy bears to sell them, and "write a novel.") He supported/supports me each time.
All in all, I think I got the great deal in this one! He did me the great favor. (I still don't know why.)
Hubby and I joke around. We both agree I'm a cheap date. (I'd always order the cheapest meal on the menu and, at times ,just went for a soda, if he offered to pay for dinner. It was just what I felt like having at the moment. Even now our date-nights usually consist of watching a movie through Netflix or Amazon plus a snack of some kind. Seems perfect to me, but I really am still a cheap date. lol)
I really can't say I'm THAT wife. I already lived on my own, so already wasn't moving away from family.
He probably would have moved into my apartment when we got married, but I was already moving out before we got married. (My landlord changed the terms. Originally, he paid the heat. The he stripped out the radiators and added 8 feet of copper piping to heat a room big enough to be my living room, dining room --complete with table big enough to seat eight people -- kitchen and office, plus a ten foot high ceiling. And another eight feet of copper pipes to heat my bedroom which was the same size as the room I just described. The previous winter, I could literally see my breath in my own home. The thermostat only went down to 50 degrees, but no matter how high I set it it never moved above that 50 degree mark. SEVEN blankets and two sets of pajamas at night and I was still freezing. It's a wonder I didn't die. That bad.) The only thing that changed was we chose our next apartment together, and he chipped in for the rent before he moved in. (Got the apartment in August. Got married in October.) So he moved in with me anyway.
No kids. So, nothing to do with any of the problems of having kids, although he never seemed to notice I got fat minus having kids.
And, yes, I changed my last name. Then again my name shortened from 10 letters to 8 letters, and more people can pronounce this name right the first time when they read it. So, it worked out great on my end. Only thing now is people assume I'm Polish because of my last name. Well, after 35 years with him and we both learned about Polish foods together, I figure we're probably both as Polish as we'll ever be. (He still has every single Polish joke memorized. I only remember two. lol)
Meanwhile, he got the wife that hates doing housework or cooking (unless it's making desserts.) He makes dinner. Yippee! And we divde housework by which one hates it the most. (I hate vacuuming the most, so he vacuums. He hates doing bills, so I do bills. I can't lug clothes around, but can fold, so he lugs and I fold. Neither one of us hates doing dishes so whoever thinks to do them first does dishes that day. lol)
He got stuck with the pipe-dream schemer. (I worked when I could, but always had a scheme to make more money on the side -- Amway, a diet drink, start my own secretarial services/resume' writing/desktop marketing business, make clothes for teddy bears to sell them, and "write a novel.") He supported/supports me each time.
All in all, I think I got the great deal in this one! He did me the great favor. (I still don't know why.)
"I still don't know why'?
WE DO!