The other day I sat at the dining table with my husband. I batted my eyes and asked him if he knew what I was doing. Mind you, we've been married for 10 years. He knows me pretty well.

His response?

You're batting your eyes?

My answer?

I'm flirting with you.

He blushed.

That's kind of what it's like around here. My husband cannot read my non verbal signals. That is tough. I've read articles, books, watched videos and talked to my husband until I'm blue in the face. One article suggested that I structure my life. You know. On Monday this is going to happen, on Tuesday that is going to happen.

Even my husband said, "That only works for washing dishes."

Another suggestion was that I explain myself more clearly.

Explain what? That I love you? That you're driving me crazy? That I try to explain, but you don't understand?

So, here goes. The last time I started this blog, my husband asked me not to do it. He said he was embarrassed. I guess he's less embarrassed because he's blessed the blog, as they say.

In this blog, I'm going to tell you what it's really like married to someone with aspergers. Hopefully, what I share will help you to understand your marriage better and maybe you can tell me things that are working or not working for you.

I do want to say that I love my husband very much. Through all my frustrations and quirky days, he's helped me to understand love in a way I never had. He's pure and that's rare.