I know it for a fact that my husband is a Type 1.
I started learning the Enneagram in 2020. With my naivety while learning through the Type #s first, I thought he was a Type 5 at first. Heās pretty withdrawn (must come from the 9 wing) when he needs space and heās the most brilliant/smartest person I have ever met. I know that short description is rather shallow and stereotypical- but it was true that was my thought process back then. When I told him he must be a 5, he shrugged. He didnāt know much of the Enneagram yet either.
The thing that really opened my eyes that my Husband is a Type 1 is his ANGER.
So after some time and digging even deeper into the types, I realize my husband is a Type 1 and because of that, I had him take the RHETI test for me. I know it, I know it, he has to be a Type 1⦠THE RESULTS ARE IN!! š„TYPE 1ļøā£š„
𤯠I FUCKING KNEW IT!!! YES YES YES!!!
You should have seen the expression of surprise my husbands face reacted to when he started reading the descriptions for Type 1.
And for thatā I knew it deep within my heart and soul I am married to a Type 1.
I was on Reddit one Spring day and I made some quirky, silly, nincompoop post about my husband cutting the lawn. He overheard our neighbors mower start up and he goes, ā*gasp* It is time⦠I gotta get out there and beat him to it before he finishes.ā As he races out the door to the shed for our own mower.
Someone I used to really like on Reddit (another Type 1) said itās more Type 3. TYPE 3???? Another one or two Redditors came in to agree, Type 3.
This sent me into a catastrophic spiral that should have never happened in the first place š
They said it was because he was being⦠ācompetitiveā⦠for the best lookig lawn out of the rest of my neighborhood. -What?- I argued back.
I mean my husband will silently admit when Larryās yard is looking dry and yellow (the critiquing) but we donāt try to top anyone off with our yard. Our yard is beautiful but mediocre and āenoughā to represent a loving, safe, household. My husband just loves living in a nice suburban neighborhood.
The worse thing I did with this⦠new Type 3 information (more like assumption) was I believed it. (Type 9s fall hard for the stronger viewpoints and opinions that others push on them; thus losing their own unique individual opinions and thoughts for themselves.)
I canāt believe I let myself go there. I.. I thought I was married to a stranger suddenly. Like an imposter! It was really fucked up. Iāve known my husband for 16 yearsā¦ā¦. How dare I. I know who he is!!!! And my gut instinct KNOWS it that he is in fact a Type 1. No internet strangers get to tell me what to think or what to do or get to know the actual person behind my Reddit account. Fuck them, honestly. The gall to tell someone who they are or arenāt.
As time passed and I healed from my mental state, this is when I texted my husband.