Relationships
I Was Never Getting Married Again
But I’m such a sucker.
Marrying the wrong person has such an amazing impact on all aspects of your life. Taken at face value you might think “Well jeez, this sucks, I’m unhappy being married to this person.”
But then you start looking around at everything else that is going wrong because of it and you start to think deeper, and realize that every aspect of your life is going off the rails.
It’s sort of like living in an old house.
At first you notice a water stain on the ceiling and think a toilet must have overflowed so you go upstairs and have a look around. Nope. Toilet didn’t overflow. Did the cats knock over their fountain? Nope. Well shit.
So you go back downstairs and start doing a little exploratory cutting into the ceiling. One look through the tiny hole you just cut confirms your worst fears. Leaking water pipe.
You call a plumber and he starts poking around and notices pinhole leaks in other areas of the house.
$4,000 later and you think you’re done. But then you notice tiles that are coming loose, and windows won’t open, and other windows won’t stay open, and there’s a breeze coming in from under the kitchen sink, and these damn walls need c fresh coat of paint, and you’re overwhelmed.
You call your Mother, not to ask for anything, just to talk to her about everything that’s happening.
She tells you a story about when shit was falling down around her ears when you were little, and how everything turned out just fine, and you suddenly feel better, and by the time she is done telling you her story you can tell she is smiling on the other end of the phone, and you are both laughing before the call is over.
Then about an hour later in the dark, as you are falling asleep, you hear a ticking sound coming out of the furnace and think “Fuck it.” and fall into a deep sleep.
Everything changes.
And it’s good.
You’re finally settled in. Everything is fixed after a few years of tearing things down and building them back up.
What was once a totally fucked up mess, was stripped to a shell, and is now fixed and whole again.
Yes. I am never getting married. Again.
Then on a second date we were sitting in a parking lot after an enjoyable few hours chatting over coffee. Laughing, enjoying the radio, waiting for what I don’t know before taking off back to my place.
An unexpected kiss ended up lasting longer than I thought I would have liked.
Oh, then nipples were getting fiddled with, and fingernail scratchy fingers up and down thighs. An insane, front seat, tongue sucking, make out session, capped off with the most incredible blowjob ever.
I’ll probably get married again.
Have I mentioned that I’m shallow as fuck?
Life goes on.
