Over Sharing

First, let me say that I love my J-Man.  He keeps me sane and happy even when everything around feels insane and confusing.  When I pick on him, it's out of love.  At least, mostly.

So a few weeks back, we had a minor little disagreement.  Not an argument, because no one argued.  It was just clear we disagreed about something pretty basic.

Sharing.

Everyone learns to share when you're little.  Some more successfully than others.  Some with less tears and tantrums than others.  But somewhere along the way we learn that we should share, for better or worse, and we suck it up and learn to enjoy it.

J-Man is a great sharer.  He'll share his food, his drink, his money, his time.  He'll share his opinion and inappropriate jokes too.  I hear that goes with his zodiac sign, but either way, it's the truth.

Usually this is one of the things I love, love, love about him.  I want to be as generous as he is, and I'm happy to say I fight back less when he goes to eat off my plate, finish my juice etc.  I love when he comes home with stories about how he saw a charity at the grocery store during lunch so he just had to give them x or y or z.  It's super sweet.

But there is one thing I do not like to share.  My toothbrush.

Yes, we're married so we swap germs like it's nothing.  But that's usually by accident. Or romantic.  It isn't because we have taken something meant to scrub internal bacteria from one person and then chosen to scrub our own internal bacteria with the same exact item.  I mean, gross right?

Maybe I'm crazy, but I think you'll agree that toothbrushes aren't meant for sharing.

And, if we can back it up just one step, we recently got new toothbrushes because it had been a few months and was time.  It was a multi-color pack so I let him choose.  He picked purple, for the huskies.  I told him that was confusing since purple is my favorite color and, in most homes, a "girl" color.  I chose green.

That's why, on that day when I discovered him using mine instead I was particularly disagreeable.  I told him, "you picked purple, remember?  for your huskies?"

He turned to me and replied, "oh, I thought I picked green because purple seemed like a girl color."

That's when we disagreed and sharing lost its charm.

I love my J-Man, I really do, but I might need to start labeling my toiletries.