it used to be mine.

One of the biggest things I have learned 
(in my 1 year, 1 month and 4 days of marriage)
is that sharing is vital.
I've never minded sharing.
Shoot. I got an A+ in kindergarten for my impeccable sharing abilities!
So 16 years later,
when my hubs decided he was going to share my
toothbrush, bath towel, deodorant, and my meals at restaurants,
It was no big deal.
His tooth junk, wet body wipe-age, pit hairs in my deodorant, and large appetite didn't bother me.
What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours.
We have said that a few times to each other over the past year,
because it is definitely a truth of marriage.
I, however, had an extra sentence on the end of that phrase that I kept secret.
My version went 
"What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours. Except for my chocolate, that's just mine."
Luckily, that last part has never been a big deal.
One of the first things I learned about Tyler was that he didn't like sweets.
They made his stomach hurt.
On one hand, I felt bad for him.
But on the other hand, I was ecstatic.
Because I like my sweets.
I need them.
I crave them.
And I don't like sharing them.
So our situation was picture perfect.
I buy sweets. I eat them. Tyler doesn't touch them.
About a month ago,
I was introduced to Magnum Ice Cream Bars.......
changed my life.
 I purposely avoided them in the grocery store because I knew I could easily eat the whole box in one day.
Eventually, I caved and bought some.
I was sitting on the couch enjoying the creamy chocolatey goodness, 
when my hubs sat down beside me and the following conversation took place:
Ty- What's that?
Me- ...an ice cream bar.
Ty- Oh, it looks good, can I have one?
Me- What?! No!
Tyler's facial expression was a mix between surprised and "you just ran over my puppy."
Me- Oh, I mean, sure babe. Of course you can....have....one.
I got him one and as he took the first bite, I prayed he wouldn't like it.
Me- Do you like it? 
Please say no, please say no.
Ty- Yeah, it's awesome.
Me- Oh.....so it's not hurting your stomach?
Ty- Not at all!
I smiled back at him,
but in my head, I was screaming
I'm going to be honest.
I may or may not have been secretly hoping that it would hurt his stomach.
Not a puke hurt...
just an "ew I can't eat these disgusting things" hurt.
But no.
He loves them.
Which means I have to share.
After all, 
What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours...
except the chocolate....that's just mine  USED to be just mine.


Rhiannon said...

Haha, that is too funny. S and I were just talking about this on the weekend and we decided that I'm not much of a sharer. He was using my laptop and I pretty much snatched it off him without realising what I was doing. We put it down to me coming from a large family :-P

I refuse to share my towel with him too, but if he isn't looking, I might use his (if I've forgotten to get myself a new one). I share food and sweets though, so I guess that counts (unless he comes home from work late.. then they are usually all gone before he even gets a chance!)

Pamela said...

This is hilarious!!! I am have the biggest sweet tooth and get so upset when my husband likes something I want to myself! I can't even watch him finish his Oreos before me because I need to be the last one taking a bite!
Yea, not too good in the sharing department.
You're a sweet wife for sharing your new ice cream bar:) however reluctantly;)
Oh the love we have for our husbands!;)

Val said...

oh no! lol how funny. at the start of our relationship, my husband "hated" chocolate, so all chocolate things were mine. all of a sudden, he LOVES chocolate and cannot get enough! what is with these guys?!