The title is a fallacy b/c there is nothing about my husband that I hate (okay, trimming the moustache hairs over the sink comes REAL close) but the very thing I love about him is one of the things that drives me the nuttiest. The man is slow and deliberate. I don't mean his speed of walking or moving, I mean his decision-making skills.
Last week I called him to tell him that a certain family point-of-discussion needed to be discussed when I came home from VBS with the kids. "Okay", he said, we hung up. I couldn't stand it and immediately called him back: "So what ARE you thinking about it?" "Well," he replied, ever slow and methodical, "I had just started to formulate a thought when the phone rang again."
This is how it goes at our house. I have made a decision, formulated my reasoning (rationalization), acted on it, and, frequently, had to go back and apologize to someone for acting in haste while Troy is still weighing the pros and cons of the decision. Troy and I do not argue. Not because we never disagree and not because I haven't given it a valiant effort, but because Troy is still formulating his stance on something and/or weighing the repurcussions of his words before he speaks. I hate that. And I love it. More than anything, I wish I could do it.
Just another example of our little puzzle of a marriage that seems to fit together quite nicely.
