Tim and Karen
The lovely Karen Lynch from Discussing Breast Cancer has sent me her answers to the Story of Us meme!
I hope you join me in welcoming her to the site and enjoy her ’story of us’.
How long have you been together? Timothy and I met 15 years ago — we just celebrated ten years of marriage. And having survived the marital stress that two bouts of breast cancer brings on makes that a monumental milestone in our books.
How long did you date? Five years.
How old is he? He’s six years younger than me, and while I’m not shy about my age, that’s all you really need to know!
Who eats more? If you mean quantity, him. If you mean variety, me.
Who said ‘I love you’ first? Tim said it first. But technically, the words just sort of fell out his mouth while we were sitting on the side of his bed one day.
Who is taller? Oh, he is. By several inches.
Who is smarter? I’m smarter in many practical ways, but he has got to have a higher IQ; intellectually, he’s the smartest man I know.
Who does the laundry? I do. And since this is a family of five I do it ALL THE TIME.
Who does the dishes? That would be me again … he’s not home most of the time our dishes need doing!
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Me!
Who pays the bills? Me!
Who mows the lawn? The guys we hired — there’s only so much I can do!
Who cooks dinner? Me! All this talk about chores — now you see why we were in such dire straights when I was in treatment. Looking back, it’s hard to believe anyone ate, any bills got paid, any dishes or laundry got done … but by the grace of God I had good friends and family members that lightened Tim’s load.
Who is more stubborn? That’s a toss up — we both like to get our way. Most of our fights end in a stalemate because neither of us are too good at compromise.
Who kissed who first? Tim spent weeks pursuing me, but when his hard work finally paid off, I believe it was I who planted the first one on him.
Who asked who out? Pretty much the same story — Tim asked and asked but was consistently refused. One day he simply gave me his number and told me to call him when I was ready, and he said he knew one day I would. And as he predicted the day finally came when I called him.
Who proposed? Tim did. He blurted into the condo we were living in at the time, having just come from my parents’ house getting their blessing, with a ring burning a hole in his pocket, and he dropped to his knees before me — where I was simply sitting on the couch in my sweatpants.
Who is more sensitive? Me!
Who has more friends? I’ve always had a ton of friends, but he’s really only had one true lasting friendship. Fortunately my friends’ husbands have become his friends so that gap is closing.
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