Love and marriage – oil and water?
I didn’t mean to annoy her by leaving my motorcycle carburettor in pieces (soaking in the kitchen sink). I’m sure I will be able to repair the hole my wrench made in the wall when I ducked after she threw it at me for getting oil on the new tea towels (when I wiped my hands after dismantling said carburettor). The oily foot prints on the hall carpet might be a more tricky proposition. I’m sure I will clean it up in time for the book club meeting she is hosting this afternoon. How was I supposed to remember that was happening today? I already apologised for eating the cookies she baked for the occasion. The whole situation brings to mind a quote from humour columnist Dave Barry:
“Guys are simple…women are not simple and they always assume that men must be just as complicated as they are, only way more mysterious. The whole point is guys are not thinking much. They are just what they appear to be. Tragically.”
The fact is, I’m in the dog house with the Missus….again. I tried to apologise, but I’m guessing the bedroom door slamming in my face is a signal she wants some alone time. Once upon a time I was her knight in shining armour. Okay, a pretty good looking dude on a motorcycle. There was no doubt in my mind the day I asked her to marry me, flowers and ring in hand. She was (and is) the one. I just always seem to put my foot (or carburettor in it). Not that she is without her moments. I’ve lost count of the times she has used my favourite beer glass to soak her earrings in jewellery cleaner, or stolen my favourite shirt to wear around the house, or put a hole in the wall with my wrench (to be fair, I guess that one is on me).
Marriage is like that though – the romance gives way to the realities of daily living and sometimes it feels like we are oil and water, an awkward mix. The truth is though, that we love each other and usually end up laughing over stuff like this. Eventually. I just have to find a way to get her to open the bedroom door…
Editors note: Ted, today’s guest writer, has his heart in the right place. Am guessing that a quick order of same day flowers might be just the ticket…out of the dog house.
