Guest Blog Entry #10
Tanya C. writes:
My marriage is at a sort of impasse: we are basically back to treating each other really nice, sort of like roommates who each secretly think the other one is psychotic and fragile. Which I nearly proved this morning when my hubby left for work, then ran back in and said “your sun roof was open all night!” Atlanta has been deluged with rain so there was an inch of rain inside my car (which I love the way you love yours, for what it symbolizes–it’s in MY name). So I was freaking out and yelled at him, as if it’s his fault. I did apologize afterward, at least. And I guess I’m making progress spiritually b/c I didn’t think “God hates me” when I saw the water in the car.
The smell will be freak-nasty (my 10 y/o’s fav new word) so watch for Glade stocks to go up soon.
But back to my marriage. This morning my husband (we’ll just call him “Guy”)was sitting there passively eating something that was sort of crunchy but not terribly crunchy but it seemed like he was chewing REALLY LOUD and it suddenly popped into my mind that if he were, say, dead, then I wouldn’t ever have to listen to that again. Then I imagined (just for a minute, I swear) life as the Widow Lady with a Young Child and ya know, it was sort of appealing. But don’t worry, these idle homicidal thoughts are totally normal when you’ve been married for 15 years. Really.
So right now it’s 5:17, time to leave work and I get to go work out at the gym today (don’t hate me, I just lost 35 lbs and am still grooving on it and wanting to get in hot-momma shape). But see, there is this much younger guy at the gym who has sort of seduced me (blush) and I sort of want to and sort of DON’T want to run into him. So to put off making any decision about whether I should go (I know he is there on Thursdays) instead I’m writing this. And hoping maybe god will send me a sign, like a Nike will fall through the ceiling and smite me or something.
Ouch!!
