Today's post is by special guest blogger Rohani Alexander, who is married to a non-reader.
Things started well. Dinner, wine, All Blacks on the telly.
The morning after, on his walk of shame to the bathroom, my now Dear Husband noticed them. Books. Shelf upon shelf of children's classics, literary classics, university texts, fantasy sagas, culinary tomes and more. Macbeth to Milly Molly Mandy, Artemis Fowl to Art of the High Renaissance. He admitted then to being "not much of a reader".
Fast-forward eight years. Dinner, no wine, toddler sprawled in sleep like Jesus crucified on a pillow, nothing on the telly. On his walk to bed from the bathroom, DH catches sight of me furtively turning pages. Any one of a number of questions follows:
"How long are you going to read for?"
"When are you going to turn the light out?"
"You're not seriously going to read, are you? Do you know what time it is?"
"I thought you said you were tired?"
Recently, I was reading a book that made me laugh out loud. Several times. From the other side of the bed came a muffled: "That doesn't sound like the sort of book you should read at bedtime."
Many women fantastise about sharing a bed with Channing Tatum or Christian Grey. I fantasise about lying in bed reading a book, next to a man who is also reading a book. Close friends and family have admitted they thought that, if anything, I'd at least end up with someone who reads. DH has actually apologised for not being a reader. He won't apologise for the logic of the following conversation, had during a Being A Mummy Is Too Hard moment:
"Do you think you're getting enough sleep?"
"[Icily] Are you trying to suggest I should stop reading in bed?"
"No. You can read as much as you like. Just go to bed at 7.30."
I long ago accepted that DH is not, and will not ever be, a reader. I still love him because he is wonderful. He still loves me even though he doesn't understand why I read the cereal box, the junk mail, or the end credits, or why I can't sleep without reading. Even though he is sometimes rudely told, "You should know better than to interrupt me when I'm at the end of my book. Shut up."
Are you living with a non-reader too? Or would that be a dating dealbreaker for you?
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