what a marriage is truly about.

Isn’t it terrible when you were looking forward to painting the town red with your partner, just to be informed that he would be working late, and that the only possible plan would be to stay in and catch up on Sex And The City season 5?

Isn’t it even worse when your partner gets home at 10, eats dinner and promptly falls asleep on the couch watching one of his favorite tv shows?

Isn’t it just the worst when you know watching Sex And The City is out (since he’s already asleep) and Friday night will be spent alone fighting a fucked up body clock?


Isn’t that just what a marriage is?

Compromise, understanding, and learning the ability to laugh everything off despite the greatest disappointments.

I’ve already brushed off what I thought I’d never be able to accept; the lack of a family car, a tiny little space called “home” where I can’t even hop once without hitting the other side of the room, promises unfulfilled, my spouse’s erratic working hours, my spouse’s lack of energy/time due to erratic working hours, the obvious reduction in affection/attention as the marriage wears on, the 1001 new adjustments in our lives as our child grows each day, etc.

It’s only a Friday night’s plans gone down the drain. I’m thinking we’ll have a lot more Fridays to plan for in the many years to come. ๐Ÿ™‚

*sigh* What did I say before? Love makes you blind. And stupid. :mrgreen:


2 thoughts on “what a marriage is truly about.

  1. yeah….i can really understand what you are talking about.
    on some days, my man just showered & get off to bed, no more than 20 exchanged btw us ah….

    but he’s really tired lah….hehe!

  2. Hahaha. Actually for us, it’s usually ME who climbs into bed after getting home in the wee hours. Husband already sleeping lo.

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