Apparently after (almost) 25 years of marriage (September), Marc and I are still learning things about each other.
I recently posted about our fly traps saying that it was one thing that I just COULD NOT stand. Nope, you’ll never find me emptying one of those jars full of fly-beans.
Marc read my post and at the dinner table he questioned me about it.
“Are you really disgusted by the fly traps?” he asked me.
“You betcha’ !” I replied. I looked over at one of the traps and shuddered.
‘Huh, I guess I didn’t realize.”
Marc had always emptied out the traps as a matter of course. He did it because it had to be done. When the fly-bean jars are filled they need to be emptied. It’s what you do.
Our jar had since filled and so Marc without saying a word went out and emptied it. He also got refills for the traps and set them up.
Not as a matter of course, but he now knows that I don’t like to do it and this time he did it because he loves me.
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