It’s common courtesy to be supportive of your significant others’ hobbies and extracurricular activities, like GO TO THEIR ART SHOW (Pam from The Office.)
I think you’re pretty lucky if you get to date someone well-rounded enough who has a hobby or talent outside of work and it wouldn’t kill you to go to their dance performance.
Or show up at their marathon finish line.
Or their cook-off competition.
Or ANY SINGLE kickball game.
(Um. For example.)
I once had an ex-boyfriend who couldn’t be bothered to read this blog, even when I changed the settings so that each post would show up as an email to him, even when I’d text, “I wrote something about you today!!”
He "never had time" to read it, week after week.
I thought that was bad until I heard about my friend Maggie’s DICK OF AN EX-HUSBAND, Julian, who shit all over her pottery.
Maggie was an amateur pottery maker and had been taking pottery classes for the past four years and really enjoyed it along with the friendships and the instructor.
She said Julian didn’t have a problem with her pottery hobby (ED note: No one should have a problem with a pottery hobby) until they got married and moved in together and then suddenly Julian had a huge problem with it.
Yes, rather than envision sneaking into the studio at night and re-enacting the scene from Ghost (like MOST normal people), Julian instead told her she was “wasting her money” on the classes.
“...And then he told me to stop bringing home my work,” Maggie said.
STOP BRINGING HOME HER FINISHED BOWLS??
“He said that I wasn’t very good and that he could buy those bowls for $1 at the dollar store,” Maggie said.
Who says that?? To their wife???
It was beyond hurtful.
P.S. What the hell kind of dollar store is HE shopping at??
“It was just another way for him to say I was wasting money on the classes. Like, he could buy the same thing at the store for $1,” Maggie said.
Maggie said she tried to argue with him saying that if she was allowed to sell the bowls (the class did not permit that), then she would get way more than $1 and, besides, it wasn’t about the money, it was something she enjoyed.
But Julian wasn’t listening.
And then: OMG.
He gave her instructions.
"YOU CAN ONLY HAVE TWO OF YOUR POTTERY BOWLS IN THE HOUSE!” he said.
“He was so miserable, he just wanted to make me miserable too,” Maggie realized.
Needless to say, Julian is gone and Maggie is still making pottery.
And now that I think about it, no one has seen that old kiln in a while...