We don’t agree on politics or lots of other important things. He’s a slob and I am a neat freak. He hates vegetables and healthy food of most kinds, I am a health nut. He claims he can’t read although of course he can, he has a college degree for goodness’ sake. Reading is my hobby. I grew up going to the theatre- he saw his first play with me at the age of 27. He likes drag racing, I like quiet walks on the beach. He listens to loud music that I don’t understand, I listen to the symphony and Barry Manilow. I love fashion and wish we all still “dressed” for dinner, he wears shorts to EVERYTHING. He won’t drive anything but a pick up truck, I always have a sports car. He is an early riser and I don’t believe in mornings. He is loud, I love peace and serenity.
It would seem there is no way we could ever be friends. Much less anything more. And yet, when the two of us collaborate on art, or theatre, or life, we seem to make the best duo around. We accomplish more together than we could ever do apart. We are way more together than just the sum of our two parts. We figure things out, bolster each other up, fill in for the other’s weaknesses and know just what to do to make life happen as long as we are standing side by side.
It has been almost 34 years together and I don’t understand how. But I wouldn’t be here without him.
Explain that.
