Casey and I came from completely different worlds when we met. She was working at the Fredrick’s of Hollywood. I had recently returned from a Mormon mission in New York. She grew up in Salt Lake City and loved living in a city. I grew up in a very small town that was a 3 hour drive from the nearest city of more than 40,000 people. The differences go on, and on, and on. In fact, Casey and I are so different that Casey’s aunt told her that she had to let me go because we were completely incompatible. She compared Casey to a shiny Ferrari when I should have been looking for Buick. Neither of our parents approved of our relationship either, and the main reason for the disapproval was because of the very obvious difference in how and where we were raised.
Despite our lack of compatibility, we’ve made it work and we’re best friends with each other, but our lack of compatibility still gets in the way sometimes.
Here are 10 ways I am incompatible with my wife:
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