"Honey! Star Trek is at the theater! We have to go! You ready? It's tonight!"
Silence. Wait, maybe he wasn't listening. Let's repeat that.
"Honnnney....Star Trek is here! Remember, we were going to go? Do you want to go tonight? I mean you love Star Trek, and it's supposed to be good, and..."
"Do we have to?" Hubs doesn't look thrilled at all. He looks...pained. Like I'm making him do something he doesn't want to.
"No, I just thought you'd really want to see it. Wait. Oh my GOD, you aren't like HIM, are you?"
I point at Jake. Jake, the child who can't stand to be in a movie theater because it's too loud.
Hubs sheepishly nods.
"You mean to tell me that we've been married for seventeen years and you've only faked that you liked the theater all this time?!? What else aren't you telling me? Do you even LIKE movies?"
I don't believe it. Seventeen long years of me dragging him to movies, and NOW he tells me.