Even though I miss Husband #2, there are some things about him I’m happy to be without and voicing these items keeps me from sinking too deeply into despair.
I painted the porch a color I knew he would hate.
In the past, picking out paints was an exercise in frustration. I knew we would have an argument no matter what I suggested. A man who wants white walls marries a woman who wants color. Truly opposites attract.
In the past I would work out a compromise in my head before I’d even approach Husband #2. If I wanted to paint a wall yellow, I knew that wouldn’t fly. So I’d mentally work out a deal going with the color blue, since blue seemed to be one of Husband #2’s favorite hues. Yeah, they tell you to look in a person’s closet to find the favorite color but, based off of this logic, our walls would have been painted black. I married Johnny Cash. All black, all the time.
Unfortunately, “blue” would not be the end of it. Husband #2 would think blue was my primary choice and want to negotiate further. He didn’t even know that yellow was my original choice. After all was said and done, we’d end up with a color that was somewhere around 14th or 15th on my list.
While in Lowe’s the other day, I walked through the paint section and my eye was captured by a bold color. (No, I won’t tell you which one. You need to find your own bold color.) I knew immediately where I would use it and I bought a gallon. I bought the paint without our normal fight over paint colors. I didn’t have to compromise. I could experiment without anyone second-guessing my choice of paint.
And it looks great!