The hubby and I never call each other by our given names. We both call each other Sweetheart, My Love, and Baby. He sometimes calls me Honey or Mama (one of my personal faves). The point is that we never say each other’s name – well mostly never. Twice this week I’ve been in a different room and said “Wi-ill” and he of course came promptly because he thought something was wrong with me. I did need him both times but only one of those times was close to being an emergency. I really didn’t even mean to sound like I was in harm’s way but according to him that’s exactly how I sounded. He didn’t like it.
The only other time we say each other’s names are when we are let’s say – not quite in agreement about something while being in a not so wonderful mood. Yesterday, hubby said my name while in a heated discussion and I did not appreciate it at all. I let him know by saying his name in the same tone after my rebuttal. He then said, “Don’t ever say my name again!” which is similar to my “Don’t say my name!” when he says my name. I guess we could call each other a lot worse like jerk-face or heiffer, but our name calling is simply reduced to our names.
The End.
