“When I was 22 he was the funniest man on earth. My cheeks hurt every time I was with him. We would have dance parties on the living room floor, talk until 3am, and I’d giggle like he was Kevin Hart and I had a backstage pass.
I am not sure when exactly his jokes stopped being prime time comedy, but at some point, between dirty laundry and a pile of dishes, my husband’s jokes got less funny.
My sister in law was in town visiting. Every joke my husband tossed she caught with enthusiasm. He looked alive. His eyes were wide and his mouth was in a permanent grin. For hours I watched him take out the old comedy routine I had put out of business. He was back on stage and people were buying tickets.
As I took in the scene I realized 2 things,
1) My husband is actually funny, and
2) I am a total wench.
Why do we do this? I can’t be the only woman in the world to sprain my neck from how hard I roll my eyes in my husband’s direction.
I am supposed to be his biggest fan, and here I had pulled the plug on his tour. I watched my husband come alive under the appreciation of another woman, (THANK YOU JESUS it was only his sister).
