Biting my tongue
Now that I'm in almost total retirement Ash and I are spending more time together, something we're both still adjusting to. Today I suggested gently that perhaps the lawn needed mowing and that in itself shows how he's changed. Once upon a time the lawn was his pride and joy, it was mown to within an inch of its life and this was done weekly as a minimum but sometimes more. Now it grows and grows until I can't stand it any longer and have to make a comment so today was that day. The lawn at the back is divided in three with a fourth section at the front of the house and what I found very weird is that he mowed two sections at the back but not the third and also left the piece at the front. When I plucked up courage to ask if he was leaving the unmown bits until tomorrow he gently pointed out that once I'd had time to settle down I would realise there was no hurry to do anything. I bit my tongue and smiled sweetly! This is most definitely not the man I have lived with for the past 37 years and it dawned on me all over again that he is turning into someone I don't recognise. I also have no idea how to approach the subject if the lawnmower doesn't come out tomorrow (and, no, suggesting I do the mowing is not yet an option even though I'm more than willing) so this is yet another lesson to be mastered.
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