The other day Ben and I were doing what we do best, sharing stories. After he gets home from work, we spend several minutes reconnecting with each other by talking about our day. I usually tell him some silly stories about Henry and he tells me stories about work. Now, most times, I forget the stories seconds after he tells them, sometimes, I don't even listen at all.
It's a wonder why he loves me so much.
For some reason, the story that he told me that day stuck in my mind. This leads me to another thing Ben does a lot; re-tell stories. Probably because he can tell by my eye rolls, and uh-huh's that I'm not really listening. Anyway.....we are driving home from Walmart and Ben proceeds to share the same story he had told me a couple days earlier; only this time he changed the name of one of the characters in the story, therefore altering the outcome of the story forever.
I know what you are thinking, "who cares? You seldom listen to his stories anyway."
Well, I suppose you're right, but for some reason, I just couldn't let it slide, I had to correct him. So, I cut him off mid sentence and told him that when he told that story the first time he said it was a different person. Only, I kinda yelled it at him. He yelled right back, something about how I only half listen to his stories.
"But, it's your story." I said "So why would I change the name?"
"You only hear what you want to hear." he belted right back.
This went on for several minutes until we got home. Poor Henry was in the backseat with his hands covering his ears. Finally, after at least an hour of avoiding eachother, I made peace and told him that it didn't matter how he choose to tell the story, I knew that I was right and that was all that mattered.
He simply shook his head at me and went outside to cut the grass.
Like I said earlier, it's a wonder why he loves me so much......
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