- don't share their toys (tv remote)
- leave their toys lying (man junk)
- grumble when they're hungry (when's dinner?)
- that kind of thing (no - really)
- get thee behind me
- jealousy that's like a creeping fog ... barely tangible but obvious
- but women aren't equal to men querida, também?
A Portuguese man. This one chases balls
So you can imagine what fun it may be if you're married to one. Now, I'm not married to one but I do have one. Unfortunately for him, I'm not a Portuguese woman. Even worse, I'm a British woman.
I think I drive him mad.
My Portuguese man. He thinks he's Clint
Luckily for me, he's not like the rest of his Portuguese bro's. He's ... different. He doesn't quite share his toys (that's asking too much of any man) but he does share everything else. Plus I get to walk alongside him.
He, on the other hand, isn't quite so lucky. In both our opinions. Apparently I'm as stubborn as a ten-pack of mules. And I simply refuse to adapt (or is it adopt?) anything remotely resembling Portuguese womanliness (read: total acquiesence).
You see, the thing is, I was raised in a culture where all things are (supposed to be) equal. And even though in reality they're not, we girls fight for our rights. Our men largely acquiese to us. Otherwise they know they're hitting the office on Monday mornings looking like crisp bags and wearing odd socks.
In the grand scheme of things, both of us are very happy with the other. I believe in best working practice in all things and he is simply lovely.
But for sure, he's definitely more grey since he met me ...