My husband Ron is bright and good-natured, a combination hard to find.
He can also be self-absorbed, easily frustrated and an inveterate procrastinator.
I am very hard-working, considerate most of the time to friends and family, reasonably well-informed, and a decent cook.
I am also impatient, distrustful, frequently late, and have a vicious temper when provoked. I am poor at foreign languages, physically unattractive and have no sense of style.
We all make compromises.
Ron’s preference is for small, dark women. His “all the girls I wish I’d loved before” include Maria Muldaur and Annette Funicello. Instead, he’s married to me, dear fellow. By taking that step, he’s made a huge sacrifice for our family’s benefit.
Put into that perspective, I can easily live with his faults. Then again, considering that Maria now weighs about 300 pounds and poor Annette has MS, maybe he’s not that bad off after all.