I refuse to assemble Ikea furniture. I load the dishwasher wrong. I leave newspapers scattered on the kitchen table. A cup of caffeinated coffee after 6 p.m. will keep me tossing and turning in our shared bed until 2 a.m. According to a recent MRI, my knees need to be replaced. I’m not as patient as I need to be. I like my mom’s chili better than my wife’s. I like dairy products, but they gurgle my tummy, with unpleasant results. I have sharp toenails.
In other words, I am not the perfect husband. As a matter of fact, I have dozens more flaws that I’m not going to reveal in these pages. To be clear, we’re not talking about any of the four A’s—abuse, adultery, addiction, or abandonment—which go way beyond the definition of “flaw.” Each one of those challenges is a type of brokenness that needs repair. We’ll wrestle with some of those issues in later chapters, and more than likely they’ll require some professional counseling.
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