I’ve always asked myself how it would have been to have a girlfriend who shared my same passion for Bruce. I would have seen more shows, for sure. And of course I would have spent twice as much money.
Sometimes I think that maybe if you share everything with your partner, in a way that passion becomes less special, ’cause it’s not just yours anymore. Probably you have to find middle ground, in this like in everything else in a relationship.
Truth is, in my story, my wife doesn’t like Bruce, and, more important, she has never acknowledged my passion. She understands that you can like music, that you can buy records and go to shows… well, to “a” show, as in ONE. But for her it ends here. She thinks of music as simply something you turn on the radio and listen to, no matter what it’s on. The idea that a singer and his songs can change you or your life is an abstruse concept, for her. And that’s not the important part, you know: the saddest thing is
that she doesn’t understand that if it’s really important to me, you don’t have to question. You don’t have to say You’re almost 40 for Christ’s sake grow up.
I do the home chores, I work, pay the bills, care for my children and parents. I have also a strong passion for soccer, so I go to the stadium on Sundays, but mostly I stay home with my family. So if once or twice in a tour year I want to travel and see Bruce ’cause he’s not playing in my hometown, I’d like to go without the spanish inquisition.
I know she doesn’t understand why I’m doing this. But I’d really like for her to accept it because Bruce is important to me, because he’s the reason why I am who I am. He has been in my life for… well, all of my life. Sad moments, great moments, he has always been there.
So maybe is just that she’s jealous, in a way. I really hope for the next tour she’ll come around. And anyway, I’ll keep trying to make her understand. ‘Cause that’s what it’s all about in a relationship: you don’t give up.