One evening, after she came up with a few options to repaint the living room, and he nodded at everything, making her angry: "How do you live like that? No opinions, no ego, no... color at all". Her voice trembled, both disappointed and resentful. She felt like she was talking to a wall, a shadow, not a husband with thoughts and emotions.
He smiled gently, his eyes like a Zen master: Im practicing to give up. Exorcism the ego. The bigger the fall, the more miserable it is. Live simply, accept everything as it is".
She hit her hand on the table, almost dropping a glass of juice (the type of juice she had been drinking for 2 years, he still couldn't remember the name): " don't you have any opinions or are you lazy? Or is it an evasion of responsibility?".
He frankly said: "I don't want to be more than defeated, I don't try to prove anything and I don't want to get angry any more". He kept a calm attitude, making her even more frustrated because he felt like he was playing with himself. And as usual, he quietly went to wash dishes, she went to post a "mental" about: Some people live like a bamboo tree without roots. I thought I was meditating but in fact I was avoiding life!
Below, a group of close friends commented repeatedly with most of the general message that you are miserable, you are crazy when you meet such an old man! However, there were opinions opposing Ms. "I find you happy. I take this as the I am the center of the universe. The bra I wear and it also has opinions". Then another woman said: "I wish my husband knew how to say 'I'm fine with you' once. Everything is controversial, from food to the Middle East conflict".
She was silent and thought. Those comments, although somewhat satirical, made her look at things from a different perspective. Is your "puppet" a rare form of peace? Then the next morning, she took the initiative to ask: "What to eat tonight?".
He replied, very surprised: "I think I should eat rice with burnt meat next to it, bitter melon stir-fried with garlic and amaranth soup. And don't forget to give some melons." Seeing her surprised, he secretly laughed: "But if you like another dish, it's... up to me."
She smiled and thought: Maybe, living with someone without an ego is not bad. As long as that person always has "us". And in us, there is always a place for us.
