It's o.k not to "Do You", sometimes

Saffron Yellow Spanish Rice with Swai Fish

A short while ago, I filmed a video called "The Sibling Tag". It featured my brother William and I answering a few questions about each other. During the video I stated, "I don't cook!" and that's true, but let me share something with you guys about real life.

After last night's Friday Night Confessional, I went to bed at around 1:30 A.M. Normally, I stay up a bit later on Friday nights, but I had a 7:45 A.M. appointment to get new brakes and tires on my car. My husband works the graveyard shift, so when he got home Saturday morning, we were home for only half an hour before heading out the door. My car was going to take several hours to be ready. I had my husband follow me to the dealer, so that I could come back home with him while they were fixing it. That was the plan.

As we were lying in bed, about to arrive in Dreamland, my brother calls. There was a major leak in our 4-family rental apartment. My husband had to see about the problem right away. He was up almost 24 hours before he was able to come home and there was no way that I was going to let him come home to nothing to eat.

Perhaps one day on FNC, I'll explain why I never wanted to learn how to cook, but the point in this story is that as independent and free spirited as I might be, when you are in a relationship, you do things outside of your normal personality because it's the right thing to do. Forget about, "S/he knew I was like this before we got married" because s/he will also remember that shit after you're divorced as well.

In the dynamics of my marriage, my husband does not expect me to cook. Had I not made anything to eat, he would of found something on his own, but as a friend/wife/partner... I don't mind doing a little somethin' somethin' every now and then. It made my husband smile to see me make the effort. These are the ingredients to a healthy marriage. Not to mention, he cleaned the plate y'all!