Blah blah. Boyfriends 2, and then 3 (familiar to the cognoscenti as V) followed a similar pattern and the romance was still around, if rather diluted. Being mushy me, I had fond hopes of marriage, don’t you know. In fact, most of the fights between V and me these last seven months have been explained by my tearful “You didn’t do that before the marriage!”
This morning I realized the old romantic clouds are still around, only they look different. When I held up my face to be kissed as V was getting ready to leave for work, he gave me a harassed, “Later, let me finish dressing or I’ll forget stuff.” I pouted, but truthfully speaking, I hate being interrupted myself while I’m trying to sort out all the stuff I need for the day.
When I did get my kiss after all, we were all of 1.3 sec into it when the man suddenly cried out, “Garbage” and madly dashed out of the flat. And I cheered him on, because you see, the garbage hadn’t been collected this morning, and was lying outside on the verandah that’s our entrance, and an aunt had threatened to visit, and I really didn’t want hear about the housekeeping, and…
When the garbage takes priority over being kissed and dressing is more important than whims, you know things have changed. Only, as I realized this morning, the more they change, the more they remain the same.
Note to all women silly enough to be considering marriage:
He got me flowers and a huge teddy when he came to pick me up for dinner to celebrate our six-month (non-wedding) anniversary; but ever since we did get married, not only have we consistently fought every 22nd of every month, he also didn’t get me anything for my birthday, although God knows my request was simple enough. Don’t say nobody told you what to expect!