Me: You’d think after 10 years my husband would be able to finish my…
After knowing this guy for over 14 years, you’d think we would be getting to the point where we’d have a kind of shorthand way of speaking to each other. I feel like my husband and I know each other pretty well. Like, I know that when he says he will be “just a minute,” in Husband Speak that means 10. Or when I say, “I’m going to take a quick shower,” he can translate that as The Wife will be seen 30 minutes later looking a little like a damp poodle wearing a facial mask. So, we do know each other pretty well—or so I thought.
Me: Honey, the dishwasher is full. Would you…
Husband: (Blink. Blink.) Read Crime and Punishment?
Me: Or: unload it?
I know I’ve known my mom longer, but she can finish my sentences before I even begin them. For example, she told me how much she liked this blog before I even started it. That’s how well she knows me. My husband and I clearly are not in the same thought bubble.
Me: Honey, the dogs need to go out; could you…
Husband: Empty the dishwasher.
Me: Or: let them out?
I’m sure some people might consider the finishing of another’s thoughts rude or interrupting, but I like it. It’s exhausting having to actually finish every single sentence I start. I like it when my mom or my friends can finish my thoughts as I trail off onto another one. It makes me feel like the Thought Finisher is following my train of thought and listening to what I’m saying. I feel known. I feel heard. I don’t need to eat extra throat lozenges.
Me: Honey, I’m not feeling well. I think I’m going to go…
Me: Oh. Uh. YES!
Alright, maybe my husband is better at finishing my sentences than I thought.