Monday, January 19, 2004
THE EVOLUTION OF A MARRIAGE
Ok y'all. This week is NOT starting out any better than last week.
I hit my foot on the metal stand on the weight bench yesterday. I thought I had just stubbed it. It stopped hurting until this morning. When I got up and started getting ready, it began throbbing. I took some advil and showed it to my husband.
I read somewhere, that a marriage goes through these lovely stages. I would give credit to the book I read this in, but I can't remember where that was at the moment. When I find out, I will add that.
Anyway, the stages of a marriage go like this, and this is NOT an exact quote:
The first year the woman comes home and tells her husband she is sick. He is overwhelmed with worry and puts his wife to bed and waits on her hand and foot. He may even insist on taking her to the doctor. While she is sick, he makes sure she stays in bed and he takes care of her every need.
If she gets sick during the fifth year of marriage, he is still somewhat concerned. He tells her to take something and go on to bed. He takes care of most things she usually would.
By the time the tenth year of marriage comes along, and she comes home and says she's sick, he tells her to hurry up and take something, so she can get his dinner on the table.
Well, I have been married for more than ten years, as I could tell it this morning. I told my husband I thought my toe was broken. He just looked at it and said, "No way. You just want to take MLK day off."
NO SYMPATHY WHATSOEVER!!! He doesn't care about my little piggy and that it is all blue and swollen. It's crying wee wee and not even on its way home. It's all hurting and everything, but does he tell me to sit down? NO. Does he offer to bring me some ice to put on it? NO. Does he even say, "I'm so sorry your tiny little toe is purple and hurts like hell"? NO NO NO.
And the worst part is, I think this is supposed to even go down hill. What will it be like when we have been married 20 years?
Will he give me poison to finish me off???
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Ok y'all. This week is NOT starting out any better than last week.
I hit my foot on the metal stand on the weight bench yesterday. I thought I had just stubbed it. It stopped hurting until this morning. When I got up and started getting ready, it began throbbing. I took some advil and showed it to my husband.
I read somewhere, that a marriage goes through these lovely stages. I would give credit to the book I read this in, but I can't remember where that was at the moment. When I find out, I will add that.
Anyway, the stages of a marriage go like this, and this is NOT an exact quote:
The first year the woman comes home and tells her husband she is sick. He is overwhelmed with worry and puts his wife to bed and waits on her hand and foot. He may even insist on taking her to the doctor. While she is sick, he makes sure she stays in bed and he takes care of her every need.
If she gets sick during the fifth year of marriage, he is still somewhat concerned. He tells her to take something and go on to bed. He takes care of most things she usually would.
By the time the tenth year of marriage comes along, and she comes home and says she's sick, he tells her to hurry up and take something, so she can get his dinner on the table.
Well, I have been married for more than ten years, as I could tell it this morning. I told my husband I thought my toe was broken. He just looked at it and said, "No way. You just want to take MLK day off."
NO SYMPATHY WHATSOEVER!!! He doesn't care about my little piggy and that it is all blue and swollen. It's crying wee wee and not even on its way home. It's all hurting and everything, but does he tell me to sit down? NO. Does he offer to bring me some ice to put on it? NO. Does he even say, "I'm so sorry your tiny little toe is purple and hurts like hell"? NO NO NO.
And the worst part is, I think this is supposed to even go down hill. What will it be like when we have been married 20 years?
Will he give me poison to finish me off???
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