My husband asks a lot of me - not gonna lie, he can be very demanding. On the flip side, he's also very supportive. Yes, he asks a lot of me, but he does his best to give me the tools to meet his demands. He will never hold me responsible for something he hasn't told me or explained to me and he fully supports me in my own pursuits.
Very often, he tells me he's proud of what I've done with my writing, that I took an idea in my head and turned it into a published work, that I didn't stop there, but have continued to pursue this passion. He doesn't just tell me though - he supports me in tangible ways - like doing my cover art. He's on board to do as many covers as I ask of him, which is really special because I'm not paying him! (Well... ok, maybe I am paying him...).
He's a very talented artist, skilled in Photoshop, but he's also extremely busy. So when he takes a couple of hours to work on my stuff when he really doesn't have to, it makes me feel special beyond measure.
When I wanted to do a driving control clinic with the PCA, he was one-hundred-percent for it - he actually may have been more excited than I was. He stood around and watched me squeal through slaloms, do figure eights on three wheels, and race through an autocross course for eight hours with only an hour lunch break. Now, to be totally fair, he was also watching other, really, really cool cars and drivers involved in the same event. Still, we have a car that's a whole lot of fun to drive, and he lets me drive it often - even though I know his hands are itching to get around that steering wheel, to feel the power shifting to higher gears, taking us through freeway on-ramps at ungodly speeds (don't worry, we're always safe, just a little faster than the average car on an on-ramp - and usually grinning from ear to ear as we go).
When I wanted to take engineering courses to learn how to make cool stuff and do CAD, he told me engineers were hot, and could I wear a lab coat for him while I... well, you get the picture. But when I had Calculus homework and spent many hours in the lab working on those CAD projects, he never fussed at me for the time I spent away from him, for the dinners I never got to, or the weekends where we didn't have any fun. He encouraged my focus, encouraged me to stay on track and pursue what was in my heart. He's done the same with my writing, and just about everything else I've told him I wanted to pursue (within reason - because I can get some crazy ideas!).
My only sad-face denial is that he tells me I can't have a horse. He says I can ride someone else's as much and as often as I like, but can't have one of my own - that's probably because he has so many fond memories from helping me muck stalls when we were teenagers.
We run a business together and that takes A LOT of time, effort, and energy. He still works hard to ensure I do the things that keep me happy. Are there times when it's "head down, nose to the grind, get this thing finished, nothing else exists right now"? Yes, absolutely. But the thing that makes those times easier to get through is the understanding that it's just a moment in time. When those times are done, he makes sure we take time for ourselves, do something fun, I get a treat, etc.
I support him (My official title in our business is Administrative Boss - which means I do ALL THE THINGS!), but as much as I support him, he supports me too. No, more than that, he helps me, encourages me, to spread my wings and fly.
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