Letter To My Wife: I love You But I Am Not Sharing

Wednesday August 15th Thursday Gather Writing Essential challenge is to create a poem about not sharing.

Pam is one of those incredible editors that is not only creative but is able to put more time in her day than I do. She is able to respond to my Thursday Challenges not once but several times so in the spirit of almost fairness I feel compelled to respond to her Wednesday Challenge for the very first time. I may not respond to as many of hers as she does mine but my response is longer so there Pam.

To My beloved:

I know we have been married for thirty years and I know that in thirty years we have shared so much (memories and such). We share parenting of four mostly wonderful children (just kidding they are always wonderful as you know). I have even learned to share in your love of sushi ( a love of eating raw fish...granted it's only pieces of raw fish. I don't want to even think about how those poor fishes are doing with out their pieces but I digress.) I share in your love of adventure (to a point of course). I share in lots of laughter and a weird sense of humor though yours is not quite as weird as mine. It took twenty-five years but I have grown to share in the love for your mother (I now really believe in miracles) something that I never thought would happen as for more than a few years I was thinking the opposite way about her.  We share in so much laughter, love, the silly and the sassy moments but there are things that I can not, I will not & I am not sharing with you.

As much as I admire and respect you I am not sharing your love of eating clams. Anything that fights back when you are eating it or attempting to eat it as hard as a clam does deserves to be left alone. I am not sharing head cheese or beef tongue with you either, preferring not to eat anything that was part of a head of something and especially something that once was part of a moo.  I am not sharing my orange chocolate or my Washington State University Cougar Gold Cheese. These are foods for the gods, that cannot be shared go get your own....... OK OK I will get you some but not mine.

I am not sharing a good cookbook or a hundred good cookbooks that you enjoy reading from cover to cover, preferring to wait until the photos in your cook books come alive. It is hard for me to visualize plans for a culinary masterpiece in a book or on paper but I will never forget it when someone is able to take those plans and make them become a memory.

I am not sharing unless I absolutely have to a shopping expedition with you or any other lady. I appreciate how you save money by shopping so frugally but the only thing that lasts longer than a shopping expedition is a root canal and I prefer the root canal.  Shopping for me is a sort of a race where I do it as quickly as possible without actually hurting someone.

I am not sharing your you time with you ever, as you have earned your rare you times by living for everyone else, putting all others first except of course for your God. Take as long as you need but when you get done I have a small list of fifty-four things I need help with.

When we have our alone time together (you know those two or three times per year that we get) I am not sharing you with anyone except in a real emergency and it better be a real emergency, the life and death kind of emergency. These thirty years have passed so fast and it seems to me that we haven't had enough of those Alone Times (even when the kids are miles away from us).

Know what else I am not sharing? I am not sharing nearly enough of how much you mean to me.

Love,

You better know who wrote this kiddo