How Do I Get My Husband To Buy Me Flowers?

When my husband and I were engaged he bought me flowers, huge amounts on my birthday (the day before Valentine’s Day) and Valentine’s Day. The other guys at work said he should stop making them look bad. I love flowers. He promised me he would keep doing it. In the twenty-one years since we got married he says he never knows what to buy me. I say ‘I love flowers!’ A couple of times when I whined, a lot. Really whined. He bought me a bouquet. Once my son made him do it. Is there any way I can get him to buy me flowers without feeling passive aggressive? Signed, flowerless.

Here’s how I really want to answer this letter: with a note to your husband that says: “Buy your wife flowers. What the actual fuck. This is not difficult or complicated. Buy her. Flowers. Today. DOOOOOOOOD.”

But he didn’t write me. You did. So I’m going to take your question at face value. You want to know how to get him to buy you flowers without feeling passive aggressive.

First, I would like to point out that straightforwardly asking for flowers — even repeatedly — is not passive aggressive. But it also doesn’t see to be working, and the ‘get him to’ part of your note came through loud and clear.

What is it about him getting you flowers that you love the idea of? I ask because the easiest answer to your question is to cut out the middleman you can’t control (‘is there any way I can get him to . . .’ is an advice columnist’s nightmare) and to buy yourself flowers. Enjoy them with no rancor. Joyfully.Share them with him by putting them on the kitchen table.

I’m guessing, though, it’s something else. You want to feel like he thought about you? You want a romantic gesture?

What other things does he do that give you this feeling? Could you focus on those gestures? My spouse once cleaned out my entire car as a surprise for my birthday. Even put up a little pine air freshener. That felt, to me, like a dozen bouquets. Does he cook for you? Listen to you when you speak? (I mean, except when you’re saying “I want some flowers.”) Maybe if you lean into those things more, it will help you feel less frustrated by the flower situation.

Or. If he is otherwise a really great guy and he just feels weird about getting you something you essentially put in an order for, you can explain to him what you see behind a flower purchase. It reminds me of when we were dating, you might tell him. You could explain that even though flowers seem like a cop-out, him going and picking out certain colors, shapes, and scents individualizes the gift for you.

But honestly what I really want to do is tell him to get you some goddamned flowers already.

This was originally published as Bitter Butch at bitterempire.com on November 17, 2014.

The followup letter:

When you followed up with me to see if my husband had in fact started bringing me flowers, I explained that even though I had shown him my letter to you and your response, he still didn’t. He had promised he would but they never materialized. You asked why, and I said I thought he felt as if they were a waste because they wilt after a week.

You asked about class. We are comfortably off but we both grew up working class.

I still remember your reaction; it was as if a light bulb had gone off for you. You said you should have discussed growing up without money, and we talked about all the weird habits people have who have grown up that way. You suggested I have the same talk with hubby.

Well I did. He buys socks in 12-packs and I buy him decent underwear as a treat at Christmas. I think adhesive tape is a rare resource. He collects light bulbs against some future shortage, I hoard office supplies. It was fun. We even talked about flowers.

And you know what? Now he buys them for me. So I just wanted to say thank you, Bitter Butch.

Signed,

Now He Brings Me Flowers

When Do I Hold The Door For Someone In A Wheelchair?

Should I hold the door for people in wheelchairs? It seems only courteous; I hold them for people pushing strollers. But it feels super awkward if they’re not right behind me and I stand there holding the door for like a minute and a half while they make their way up the ramp. Help! I don’t want them to be stuck outside, I live in a cold climate!

There is so much angst over door opening and wheelchairs! And now you’ve added freezing to death on top of it.

Before I answer your question, let me put one of your fears to rest. Disabled people go around all day to jobs, to the grocery store, to parent-teacher conferences. There are doors everywhere. Opening doors from the seat of a wheelchair is a very basic wheelchair-using skill. I’ve done it hundreds of times. I, even though I live in Minnesota, have never frozen to death due to a lack of ability to open a door.

Also, I love opening my own door. The world sees me as so helpless, and opening a door from my super-sweet tricked out ultralightweight chair is a smooth process and I can show off a little.

That said, let me give you some basic etiquette for door opening: If you are directly in front of a person in a wheelchair, you might ask if you can hold the door open for the person. If s/he says yes (this is a really, really crucial step), hold open the door as you would for someone with their arms full or in a stroller. Make sure that you do not open the door in a manner that makes you stand directly in the person’s way. Hold it wide open and stand behind it, keeping yourself completely clear of the entry. I’ve had so many well-meaning people hold open the door only to stand in my way. I do not want to crush the toes of a well-meaning citizen, and thus we are in a rather awkward standoff. We both apologize a lot.

Holding open a door for someone few yards behind you — regardless of how they ambulate — is just super annoying and makes people feel like they have to scurry for you. Don’t do it.

If you are one of those caretaking types who can’t stand the thought of not helping someone, I am giving you permission to go into the building, hide behind a column, and if the wheelchair-using person is struggling with the door, to come out of hiding and offer help.

Originally published as Bitter Butch for bitterempire.com Nov. 20, 2014.