Anyway, I asked him about it again today. I was trying to convey how very very important this was to me, and his reply was:
"Hon, don't take this the wrong way, but you worry about the littlest things."
He might as well have waved a red flag in front of a bull. To me, this is a big thing. I can't move in the living room. I can't access the desk where I keep all our bills without standing on one foot and stretching like some balance beam gymnast. Every time I come in the house with grocery bags, they bang on the arm of the couch and the arm of the chair, nearly knocking me over as I head through to the kitchen. Not to mention that it just looks cramped. It's ugly. I don't like it, and it bugs me Every. Single. Day.
But I get it. To him it is a small thing. He doesn't mind having to walk around things, or worry about things like clutter and decorating. As long as things are functional for what he needs, it's good enough.
So I'm left wondering, what exactly makes something big or small? We all have our own priorities. What makes one more important than another?
And I also wonder.... how hard could it be to move that cable outlet thingy myself, anyway? Maybe I should consider finding out what it's really called before I start poking holes into walls in an attempt to move it.....
~... and that's all I have to say about that...~