Again for the 10,000th plus time I am putting the toilet seat down.  It infurriates me.  Why can’t he just put the seat down when he’s done?  We live in a house with 3 bathrooms but during the day we both use only the powder room and we are both on blood pressure meds with a diuretic.  At night I use one bathroom and he uses the other so I’m never upset at night but my wrath grows every day during our powder room visits.  But today I had a little come to Jesus moment.  The seat was down.  He’s getting the hang of it, I thought.  Then it dawned on me. He hasn’t used the bathroom since the last time I used it about 15 minutes earlier.  So I,  left the seat down.  Yes of course.  He never gets mad at me because I leave the seat down.  In fact he never mentions it.  This realization just occured to me.  50 years of marriage and 50 years of me harping about this.  It never occurred to me before that he never mentions that I leave it down.  Such a simple everyday thing that shows the personality difference between the two of us.  I gripe, I yell, I complain, I ridicule, I intimidate, I bitch.  He’s never mentioned that I leave it up. NEVER,

What does this say about he and I?  I’m not going to mention it again.  It makes me realize that I am a bitch and he is not.

But in my defense only a woman can be a bitch.