Kevin used to hate Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas Is You.” He managed in retail for 4 years. So, every Christmas, Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas Is You” blared over every TV in the store on a loop. Multiple times a day for months will really make you hate a song.
I have a confession. I LOVE Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas Is You.” I’ve suppressed it for years. I knew he hated it and I didn’t want him to endure that kind of torment. I don’t know about you but a song I hate on a loop is my own personal hell. But today, he told me “oh, it’s not so bad…seeing you light up and singing and dancing to it down the aisles at Target makes me happy; so, I enjoy it.”
I used to hate December 15th. It crept up on me one year and my mental health took a nose dive. To me, it meant I was a failure. Not enough while simultaneously too much. It was a prison. But, I’d serve a million life sentences if Kevin was waiting on me when I got out.
Kevin taught me how to bleach on December 15th. We started dating two weeks later on NYE. He’s shown me love and care greater than I’ve ever known. He is the other half of my soul. He’s the best part of my day. And the most wonderful part of all of this is he is just as obsessed with me as I am with him. What a blessing it is to argue with someone that you love them more than they love you. Suddenly and all at once, December 15th became my very favorite day.
And that’s what we do for each other. We right wrongs. We rewrite each other’s history with something better. Something new and beautiful. Bleach day is forever commemorated on our arms. People in the grocery store walk up to me and say, “I HAVE to know the story about the bleach.” Because after all nothing brings two people together quite like sodium hypochlorite (NaClO).
