"What are you doing tomorrow?" misterwrites asked. Given our list of house projects and the tone of his voice, I knew what he was thinking: I should tackle the guest room.
She could finish gutting the closet, tape off all the trim and windows, primer the walls, let it dry, and get the first coat of paint on, easy.
But I already had plans; a routine that a full day's labor by myself just wouldn't fit into.
"The usual," I said. "An errand or two, housework, laundry. There's the three-year-old who will likely need my attention."
He nodded with understanding. Those things come first.
"And writing." I shrugged, my shoulders conveying that I'd not get to the room.
Visions of all he'd hoped for vanished. "Writing isn't real work," he muttered.
I gasped. No he didn't. But yes, he did.
He supports me. He knows how important my writing is, and wouldn't question my long-term goals. He just doesn't fully appreciate the time and effort needed to meet those goals. Especially when something on his list takes more precedence.
"It is real work, whether or not you think it is," I said, my voice firm with finality, and whipped him with a fierce look.
We'll see if he tries to utter such things again.
Has your significant other (or anyone, for that matter) ever let an insensitive comment slip, in relation to your dream or passion?
How supportive does he/she typically tend to be with your hobby or pasttime?