Life is a compromise.
Like marriage.
Especially marriage.
I may be an expert on that.
- What should we have for dinner when I love cheese and my husband hates it?
Compromise: I do not cook with cheese, except for myself or if I am craving Mac n’ Cheese, we eat out.
- How warm or cool shall we set the thermostat for our temperature comfort levels?
Compromise: It’s always a little too warm for me in here, but a little too cool for him.
- To avoid being deemed a “back seat driver”, how quiet should I be as a passenger in the car when I know he’s about to make a wrong turn?
Compromise: I make little noises and white knuckle the hand grip. I think he sees all that with his great peripheral vision. If none of that works, I gasp out loud.
- What movie should we watch when he loves spy thrillers and I love romantic drama?
Compromise: We have separate viewing rooms and meet between films.
Virginia Views 