I have been married for about 10 months now…. I know, it’s a REALLY long time and I’m super good at it. Any questions about marriage and you can ask the professional right here. Something that I’ve noticed that has always been a little “different” about my and my husband’s relationship is the fact that we have different roles… before reading this chapter, I described it like “he is the girl and I am the boy in the relationship.” Now, I understand that our relationship is androgynous- this means that we mix our girly and boyish tendencies. Usually it happens during middle age, especially if you have been in a relationship for a whiiiiiiile. Collin and I just got lucky, I suppose.
Here’s a picture and an example story for you to really visualize what I mean.
Yes, we’re adorable. And yes, it’s a miracle he didn’t drop me with a wedding dress that weighs a bajillion pounds.
So let’s say that Collin and I get into an argument. It isn’t super unnatural for us to not see eye-to-eye, so arguing is something that can definitely arise in any given situation. (Side note: arguing is MUCH different from fighting. We never fight. Thank goodness.) So we are arguing about something like… where to shop for groceries. Smith’s? WinCo? Macey’s? The discussion is getting heated, and who is the one who gets emotional? Collin. Collin is a crier, and I am definitely not. So Collin may start crying. I am more.. introverted like a boy. Collin is talking about his feelings, wanting to talk it through immediately, continuously asking how I am feeling. “Come on babe, let’s talk it out.” I am not saying anything because I do NOT want to talk it out, I just want the situation to disappear and we can forget it happened.
Doesn’t that sound like we switched roles? I dunno, maybe it doesn’t sound like it, but to me it certainly feels like it. Am I glad that we are androgynous? Abso-freaking-lutely. Without our switched roles sometimes, we wouldn’t get anything done. We would never be able to function or communicate or be so happy!We are balance. We are a ying yang, and I love it. He makes me… me. And now I’m glad to know that our situation has a name. Androgyny.