He'll Do Anything

My husband says he'll do anything for me. He tells me he loves me. He trills with endearments. He loves me. He cooks. He cleans a bit. He can do our laundry. If I ask, he will build me a bookshelf, change the oil, put cleaning fluid in the car. He can feed and walk the dogs, renovate a bathroom, and charge a battery. He is a computer wonk.

He will do anything for me except lose weight, save money  and use his imagination. What!? What a complainer, whiner, pathetic underserving gal!! I know. I know.

So I got what I deserved. I got a loving man becasue I never felt a lot of love without conditions before. But given my years as a pain in the ass know it all, I also got a man thin in the brains department. I got what I deserve. (Not sure I get the money part of it though.)

Fucking big ass revelation. 

For once, I doubt the wisdom behind Oscar Wilde's witticisms, at least in the former half:

"The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream."
— Oscar Wilde