Central American Art in the Man Cave
People have asked me if my husband's man cave, located in the basement of our home, has affected our relationship.
It has and it's for the better. Marriages need space and couples need separation. The man cave provides these. I know when my husband retreats to his man cave, my time is for me! I can work on my miniatures hobby, write, watch tv in the living room and choose any station I want, because he's watching his own program on his flatscreen tv in the man cave! Ha! What a deal.
Do I begrudge him his time in the man cave? No way. Giving him time down there gives me time upstairs.
Sometimes, when I'm really mad at him, I even might say, "Go down to your man cave. Now." And he does! It gives us a needed time out!
His man cave is sacred space. I try very hard not to disturb him when he's down there and I would never touch anything in his space. That's his terrain. Remember, he gave me the rest of the house!
Since I started blogging, however, I've been using his computer because it's much better than mine. And where is it located? In the man cave! If he is on the computer when I go down to the man cave, I just make a b-line back upstairs until he's done. He gets first dibs and rightfully so.
I don't think my husband minds too much my using his computer, though, because he knows how happy writing my blog makes me. He still does his thing while I do mine and when I'm finished with the computer, I retreat quietly upstairs, leaving my contented husband to savor his quiet time in the man cave!
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