Oh, I hear what he is saying, but I do not give him my full attention; I assume I know what he is going to say.
When I became aware of this tendency, I did my usual thing - dumped it on God. “Make my a better listener,” I prayed and sat back, hoping God would wave a magic wand or scepter - and fix this particular problem.
But God was on to my slothfulness and silently reminded me that I had a part to play in this transformation. If I wanted to change, some amount of effort on my part was requested. To make matters worse, God actually had a suggestion: each time my husband started to talk, I could stop what I was doing, ground myself and detach a least a bit from the little world that exist between my two ears. If I took these simple steps, it would be possible for me to be more fully present to my husband.
Needless to write, I was not thrilled by this suggestion - I preferred the magic scepter option. But I agreed to give it a try. Instead of stop, drop and roll; I am attempting stop, ground and listen. Pray for me - I need all the support I can get.