He’ll be fine, I boldly predict. My husband and I will have been married for 25 years in June. He writes, lectures at conferences, and teaches for a living. He is concise. I am not. I have never been. I admire that in him but am OK with my babbling, wandering self. My dad, who adored us both, worried I might drive my husband nuts. I remember him explaining once that while I talked a lot and often digressed, I was very interesting.

Our 1st year of marriage we each learned a new language: each other’s. We’d known each other for 4 years, dated for 3 and 1/2, lived together for 6 months before we married but marriage is different, as I am sure you are finding. It calls for true acceptance of each other and of ourselves. It ain’t playing house.

Neither of us married with the intent of changing the other, a grace. Not that we don’t get irritated, at times. We are human. But he sees me as I am, not as my illness. And I see his heart which isn’t at all concise but open and overflowing. That’s a rare and awesome gift.

In learning my language, he developed a real talent of hearing just what he needs to hear. I watch him drift off when I digress, tune in when I get back on point. It is kind of beautiful. Thanks for reminding me! I forget sometimes, I do.

I suspect your husband will stay quite sane and learn your language well with great love. With great love, we accept and open to hope and joy.

I thought you had lived with him and your cats in your enchanted cottage for years! It is obvious you already live with great love and are learning to appreciate each other: that cartoon says it all!