More Wife, Less Lawyer

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Sometimes I go into “lawyer mode” with Mike and he doesn’t like it.  He doesn’t like it even when I’m in lawyer mode on his behalf, acting in what I think are his best interests or to accomplish some goal we both share.   Even when he agrees that me in lawyer mode is a fierce force of getting-it-done-ness.  Even when in the past me in lawyer mode has gotten our clients and us some pretty awesome results.

He likes it better when I’m in wife mode, snuggly, appreciative of him, relaxed, happy.  Not fired up on a tear.  Or maybe fired up on a tear is okay, but only in a happy, relaxed way that doesn’t have anything to do with him.  

Like it’s ok for me to be really into voter registration, climate change, or yoga, but not really into de-cluttering the garage which is technically his space.  Not really into getting Ax’s bangs trimmed, ok his whole head buzzed, which is technically a shared kind of decision.  Or according to Mike, Ax’s decision, which is a whole other blog.  Sigh.

Anyway I get it, I get it.  I can get it.  And it’s cool.  I can do more wife, less lawyer.  I can trust that we will be okay, that we are okay, bopping through this world as a team, calmly, patiently, lovingly.  I don’t need to be the protector of all, at least not in the fierce warrior princess/scared little girl way that I used to be.  

I have a partner, not a client, not an opponent.  A partner.  A husband!  A soulmate who I love more than anything and anyone ever.  We’re a team.  I’m gonna keep going.