A Hunter’s Guide to Successful Gathering | Sober and Unashamed

I’m a hunter. I’m married to a gatherer. And it’s really fucking hard.

Does this stupid analogy really explain why we find marriage to be so difficult? Do you also want to hear my regurgitated insight about the mixing of oil and water, the distance between Mars and Venus, and the oh-so-soothing conventional relationship wisdom about how opposites attract? Is it really so simple? I have been accused of oversimplifying before. Usually by my wife after I have hunted down a solution while she is still gathering information on the topic.

OK…I won’t go down a spiraling wormhole into all of those cliches, but I am going to break down our roles as hunter and gatherer, because where there is smoke there is usually fire, stereotypes start for a reason, and I think there is some meat on this particular bone. As a hunter, I appreciate that.

As a hunter, if there is a problem, I want to track and stalk the solution, and attack it until the problem has been killed dead never again to move or live or breathe or be worthy of a single mention for any reason. Killed. Dead. Eaten, then bones discarded. I then sharpen my blade and stand at the ready — prepared for the next time prey crosses my path.

As a gatherer, my wife, Sheri, has a very different set of tactics and resources…