My husband is unique

This is a true story that happened after I, a lover of all things unique, married a unique husband.
I will say it again.

Everything written here is a true story.

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and

are two different things.

I am the latter.
What I seek is uniqueness. Distinctiveness.

I find
that uniqueness,
that distinctiveness,
to be interesting and charming.

Because of that,
though I say it myself,
I have a wide circle of friends.

Even when I was a student,
cliques and such
would form,
but I was basically
a nomad.

If there was a kid in the classroom
reading a book,
I would say, "What are you reading?"
talk to them, listen to them,
and eventually borrow that book.
Sometimes I would lend them one too.

If there was a kid in the classroom
listening to music,
I would say, "What are you listening to?"
talk to them, listen to them,
and have them lend me a recommended CD.
I also lent them recommended CDs.

If there was a kid in the classroom
drawing a picture,
I would say, "What are you drawing?"
talk to them, listen to them,
and have them draw my favorite character.
Unfortunately, I have no artistic talent,
so I couldn't give them a drawing in return.

"You talk to that kid too?"
I was sometimes asked,
but I would answer,
"That kid is my so-and-so buddy."
"That kid is amazing."

Because I truly thought so.

That child had their own worldview,
and I felt that was unique,
and I thought it was their charm.

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What I sought in a partner was also
【whether they were unique】.

During my university days,
in the phase of deepening my friendship
with a man (Man A) introduced by a friend,
one day while we were exchanging LINE messages,

was sent as a message from Man A.
At that time, I

replied immediately.

In all my exchanges with Man A
up until then,
this was the one I was most looking forward to a reply for.
I kept watching my phone screen with excitement.

The content of the message that finally came back was

That was it.

The moment I saw that reply,
my interest in Man A vanished.

Man A didn't do anything wrong.
He just wasn't unique.
That's all there was to it.

What I was hoping for
was a unique reply.

Man A was handsome and tall.
Or so my friends told me, but
that didn't matter to me.

Because he wasn't unique,
he didn't look attractive to me.

*As an aside,
I had the same exchange with my brother,
but my brother replied with [doing it].
(That makes [I] [love] [you].)

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I got married as someone like that.
What about my partner, my husband?

He was definitely unique.

I still remember it even now.

We first met at a drinking party.

That was when he said it.

With a series of unexpected answers,
my unique-sensor
reacted intensely.

After that, various things happened
and we started dating,
but he remained
just as unique as my first impression.

When we were dating, he was into fishing,
and he would go boat fishing in the middle of the night and deliver the fish he caught
to my place where I lived alone.

I would often get calls like that
early in the morning.

One day, he called me again

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Apparently, octopus fishermen and the like
use dedicated washing machines
to remove the slime from the octopus.
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Of course, I refused.
Even though he seemed unconvinced.

Other than that,
he has created many legends.

I was pushed around by him
exceeding my expectations,
but it was also fun.

In the sense of being unique,
he is definitely unique.

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I have been with him for 15 or 16 years now, one way or another.
We got married and had children.

We have responsibilities now,
and I can no longer just seek out fun and games.

We have had many fights.
There have been more and more times when I just couldn't
tolerate his uniqueness.

This happened about half a year ago,
but the front door of our house
was left wide open for about 10 hours
while we were away.

Anyone who hears this
would probably assume, 'Did they forget to lock it?'

That is not the case.

It was completely wide open,
with the inside of the entryway visible from the street outside,
and the door was left open for 10 hours.

The culprit (cause) was my daughter.

I leave the house first in the morning.
After that, my husband and daughter leave together,
but my daughter realized she forgot something and went back inside,
and because she was in a rush,
she forgot to close the door, apparently.
My husband seems to have been waiting at the spot where he parted ways with her.

Our house is in a place with relatively high foot traffic
(compared to the neighborhood),
so we were away for 10 hours
with the inside of our house truly visible to many people.

On my way home from work in the evening,
I felt an intense sense of unease
as I got closer to the house.

【Is the front door open?】

That sense of unease turned into
certainty as I got closer to the house.

【The front door is open!!!!】

However, in this unbelievable situation,
various possibilities raced through my mind.

【Is my husband home unexpectedly,
and maybe tinkering with his motorcycle at the entrance?】

While making such hopeful assumptions,
I arrived at the house.

There was no one at the entrance.
The motorcycle was also covered up.

I went past the wide-open door and entered the house.

"I'm home!!"

"..."

I tried shouting out loud, but
there was no reply from anyone.

There were no shoes either.

That means my husband isn't here.
My daughter will be home soon.

That was when finally,
my faint hope was completely shattered,
and I realized the worst had happened.

Even though there was no one in this house,
the front door was wide open.

The moment I realized that,
I ran around the house
checking everywhere to see if there were any problems.

There is no situation more welcoming to a burglar than this.
It wasn't a burglar trap, it was a burglar invitation.

Were any valuables stolen?
Is the dog who was left home alone safe?

I whipped my body, tired from work,
and ran around the house, checking everything.

The dog was safe.
It was sleeping nonchalantly.

Maybe it just hasn't noticed yet, but
no valuables were missing.

There is a lot of foot traffic, and
leaving the house in such a wide-open state
is unthinkable by common sense,
so no burglar had entered.
Probably.

It really is a miracle.

However, at the same time as I felt relieved,
anger welled up inside me.

It was too careless,
and I was also angry
that I had been made to waste my energy.

Rather than at my daughter,
I was angry at the poor management of my husband,
who was in charge of the morning.

So I called my husband.
Even though he was at work, this time
I absolutely had to tell him.

I made a firm resolution and called him.

To my husband who answered the phone,
I explained the situation as if I were ranting.

Then,
my husband's reply was this.


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That's not it.
That's not what I meant, is it?

That reply is unique, but
that's not what I'm looking for right now.

I shouted, "That's not what I'm talking about!!!"
after that.

Perhaps he realized the gravity of the situation
after getting advice from a junior colleague at work,
he rushed home
and went to the home improvement store with our daughter.

What he bought was,

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insecticide.

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I'm already suffering from indigestion
due to my husband's uniqueness.

I think about eighty percent full is just right.

#WhatAreYouTalkingAbout

The scary thing about this story is that
it is all true.

And, my husband
thinks of himself as a super-sensible person.

I find that the most terrifying and infuriating part.

In any case, what I do know is

By the way, the top image shows my husband as he appears in this article. (In other words, it is true)

And, I have also written a little bit about it in the most recent article I created.

I have compiled articles about the useless stories of myself and my family here.

I wrote it without knowing, but a 'thief trap' was a famous tool in certain circles.