Dear Mrsatroxi,

Oh my dear sweet Lord, you folks have to watch this video!!!

I love my husband very much, and I think I know him pretty well. I’m not one of those awful and annoying arrogant people who loudly proclaim to know someone better then they know themselves. I mean, seriously, who would even want that? All of us have bits of our minds we keep screened off, whether from shame or a fragile pride. Even with that, though, I pay attention to atroxi, and I know things about him that other people don’t.

One of these little things is counting. I can tell when he’s counting something in his head. Not a big deal, just a little tic he gets when he does it, I noticed it and somehow knew what he was doing. I think we were on maybe our second date when I asked, “What are you counting?” He turned great big shocked eyes to me and said, “How did you know?”

The last post on his website is a video of him in high school. This is an atroxi I never knew. Never will know. He’s gone forever, and maybe this is a good thing. Maybe I would’ve hated him. Who knows. When I saw the video for the first time, I watched this person, sort of my husband but not my husband, stand up and sing, and after a few seconds I started laughing. “Look!” I said, pointing, “Look, you’re counting!”

I am crabby today. I feel like poopy, and my temper is as short as it gets. I really should have stayed home today.