Keris Stainton‘s fortnightly column on married life…
I’m sure you’ve heard that thing about if you want to know what your wife will be like then look at her mother. Something like that. Well, I’m kind of like my mother in superficial ways, but that’s not the issue. My husband, David, however seems, quite disturbingly, to be turning into his mother.
Now his mother is, I have to say (because this is the internet), lovely, but she’s also … a bit barmy. And the older David gets, the more like her he becomes. I’ll stop babbling on and give examples.
I work at home. David goes out to work. When he gets home, I would like us to sit and have a cup of tea together, but he can’t relax until he’s done his “chores”. He starts picking and tidying up as soon as he walks in the door. Then, often, I hear the tap running because he’s doing the dishes. Next thing I know, he’s putting a wash on. All the time I’m shouting, “Sit down! Make a cup of tea! Come and spend some time with your family!” (Yes, I do expect him to make me a cup of tea. I’m pregnant, remember?!)
Harry (our 4-year-old) now tells me he has to do his “jobs”. I thought, at first, that he’d picked that up from Grandma, but no, now I’m thinking it was Daddy all along.
There are other examples, but they’ll all seem petty individually (which is fine with me, but you might not want to be reading about my teeny grievances for the rest of the day), but in combination it’s … worrying.
And I have to wonder how many other women can criticise their husbands with the words, “You are just like your mother”?