Marriage - some of us say it with an exclamation and well some like me say it with a sigh
Why???? Because we have all dragged our heavy feet down that road of heartache
Who ever said marriages are made in heaven were just not human. If you can’t keep a relationship, then what’s the guarantee of a marriage other than that handcuffs he slips on to your fingers and yours to him. The longer we stay single, the longer we put off marriage; because women become more aware of their rights, their freedom and their independence.
Let’s see, once you are married, you have all the uninvited guests of in-laws and relatives permanently parking themselves at your home and not to forget their own version of Dr Phil’s advise on how to live your life.
Would you be able to take fancy trips with your bunch of friends without having to call back every 15 minutes just to keep your spouse updated of your whereabouts? Would you not worry if your spouse said he’s having a karaoke session with his friends? Moving in together presents a whole new set of other problems. He doesn’t push the toothpaste from the end, he does not use a coaster, he does not lift the toilet seat and ESPN is on 24/7
A relationship is easier, you don’t like him, he doesn’t like you, it’s easy you call it quits. Cry buckets and engage in a male thrashing session with good ole girlfriends to get over him, burn his underwear and all his toiletries and sing the kumbaya and the heartache is over…well briefly.
But marriage….can you just walk out? There’s the papers, the family, the kids. Is there any assurance for a happy marriage? A self confessed feminist like me will say yes, women will work hard to keep the marriage going because we are fixers by nature; but what about the irresponsible men who just take things for granted?
In conclusion, marriage is an impending doom of a relationship. You have to be prepared financially, emotionally, physically (when you need to throw the blender at him) and ready for hard work to pull it off.
So, who’s ready to take the first plunge?
LOL, you sing the kumbaya when you're getting over a break up??? Is that how you burn his underwear - throw it in the campfire?
ReplyDeleteGood post, this one Deeps. When it comes to saying I Do, I'm a sigher myself. :o)
yup. dont get married. Plus how that guy going to stand you ....hahahaha....
ReplyDeleteit takes hard work to make marriage work.
ReplyDeleteso yeah, its definitely not for everyone.
Sally: When Joe and I started seeing each other, we wanted exactly the same thing. We wanted to live together, but we didn't want to get married because every time anyone we knew got married, it ruined their relationship. They practically never had sex again. It's true, it's one of the secrets that no one ever tells you. I would sit around with my girlfriends who have kids - and, actually, my one girlfriend who has kids, Alice - and she would complain about how she and Gary never did it anymore. She didn't even complain about it, now that I think about it. She just said it matter-of-factly. She said they were up all night, they were both exhausted all the time, the kids just took every sexual impulse they had out of them. And Joe and I used to talk about it, and we'd say we were so lucky we have this wonderful relationship, we can have sex on the kitchen floor and not worry about the kids walking in. We can fly off to Rome on a moment's notice. And then one day I was taking Alice's little girl for the afternoon because I'd promised to take her to the circus, and we were in the cab playing "I Spy" - I spy a mailbox, I spy a lamp-post - and she looked out the window and she saw this man and this woman with these two little kids. And the man had one of the little kids on his shoulders, and she said, "I spy a family." And I started to cry. You know, I just started crying. And I went home, and I said, "The thing is, Joe, we never do fly off to Rome on a moment's notice."
ReplyDeleteHarry: And the kitchen floor?
Sally: [sadly] Not once. It's this very cold, hard Mexican ceramic tile.
-- source: when harry met sally (the mother of all chick flicks) i reckon i need to write a blog post on the dialogue of this movie soon.
Oh well, sooner or later the biological clock does start ticking
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