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Some things happen in life for a reason. We don't always know at the time what that reason is, but when we figure it out, we feel better about the situation we're in and if we're astute enough to see it, we feel better about ourselves. It's all a part of life and growing. Things happen for a reason.

My husband and I are opposite personalities. He's type A and I'm type B. It's been quite an experience adjusting and I haven't decided who's had the harder time doing so.

For about nearly three months, my husband has been working a crummy job. He fucked up big time, and it cost him the job of his dreams. Now he's paying for it by working in a deli restaurant. As if the work isn't demeaning enough, he has a boss that is horrid. His boss seems to take pleasure in making Mark's life hard, even going to far as to slap him on the back of the head once when he wasn't doing something right. Mark is a proud man, and only because we need to keep a roof over our head and food in our stomachs does he stay. In this economy, and especially in our part of the country, jobs are few and far between. So everyday he'd come home in a rotten mood. Angry and ashamed and full of self hatred. Since marriages work on the trickle down theory, our lives were miserable as well.

But last week I noticed he was coming home in a good mood. Joking and loving, with a better appreciation of me and our family, just like his old self. "I finally figured out Brian." he told me, but I didn't press and left it at that.

Then a couple of nights ago, he comes home and is extremely happy. "I had him tonight. I won." he told me. "I mean I've been beating my head trying to figure it out. He's like a type A on steroids."

"I'm a type B and put up with you." I say.

"I know. That's how I figured it out. Brian is to me as I am to you. So I asked myself, how does Laurie deal with me. She doesn't listen. That's how she does it."

I couldn't help by laugh. I mean I really laughed, rolling on the floor laughing. It was so true. When he starts, I just let him blow and go while I go on about my business.

"I got it now. God put me in this job for a reason. I have to deal with Brian so I can see how I've treated you."

God does indeed work in mysterious ways.

Give me opened-minded intelligence and poor over closed-minded stupidity and rich anyday!

Happy Valentines Day!



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