Every morning and every night I play a small game. I cut up the dog’s food and try to get it as close to 500g as possible on the scales without the need to add more. I’m getting pretty good at this and yesterday I finally managed to nail the 500g on the button for the first time.
Excitedly I decided to share this little slice of delight in an otherwise on-firey type world with my other half. Her response?
Is that with or without the wrapping on?
And in that moment I became aware of the difference between my wife and my friends. My friends would non-judgmentally congratulate me and even offer a social distanced high five or two. My wife, on the other hand, knows me well enough to know that if I can cheat at Guess Who?, I can probably cheat at getting the dog’s food weighed correctly too. Taking the wrapping off, it of course dropped down to 498g.
And that in a nutshell is why songs like ‘D-I-V-O-R-C-E-!’ exist.
But on a serious note, it’s time like this that I love my significant other. We’ve been through lots together and moments like this when we know each other so well never fail to make me smile and appreciate all the smaller things that we take for granted but never polish or see as valuable. In the way she called me on this, she often pushes me to be better and – like most of my thoughts – I think about this in the context of mental health recovery and how pivotal she has been on that particular road.