Last night, John and I were sitting here watching TV, I was playing around on the computer, and I was crunching ice. I have always, for as long as I can remember, been an ice cruncher. When I was little, Daddy would tell me that when I broke a tooth or ruined a filling, I would have to take money out of my savings to pay to have it fixed. That never stopped me from crunching.
So, as we were sitting here and I was crunching away, John looked at me and said, "I hate it when people crunch ice." I stared at him in amazement because we have been married 17 years, 2 months, and 2 days (1 day at the time), and in all of that time, I have never known that my crunching ice bothered him. How can that have happened? I mean, I knew practically everything there was to know about him in the first three months we were dating, but somehow, I've missed this. So for the rest of my ice (because I couldn't just forget about it) I was so conscious of NOT making noisy crunching sounds.
Now, I wonder what other habits I have that make him crazy but he just hasn't said anything about them.
I'm still amazed that he's never, in 17 years, said anything about hating the sound of ice being crunched.
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