Why didn’t my mother warn me?
Sure, we spoke about the qualities a future husband should have. But the real questions? The every day life questions? What about those?
What causes dissension between two people who love each other?
The Number One reason is temperature. Temperature also accounts for numbers two, three and four. And I don’t mean the FEVER, about which Peggy Lee sang. That would be too romantic. I mean temperature settings in the house. In a constant surreptitious way the arrow gets adjusted, pushed and changed from 68 to 74 degrees all winter long. Someone is always freezing; someone is always sizzling. Why don’t couples notice this problem when they’re dating?
Then come questions about spare time. At the end of a busy day do you like to relax and put your feet up, read or watch “Dancing With the Stars?” Does he feel raring to go, ready to dash out every night to attend lectures, loud violent movies, or night court?
Is he an “Inny or an Outty”, and we’re not discussing belly buttons. Are you content to stay home and putter in the garden, while he would rather get going immediately after morning coffee to drive to the Delaware Water Gap to hike? Is exercise something you both enjoy, or did a couch potato marry a Jack LaLanne?
Arguments about vacations: beach or the mountains? Would you rather be swarmed by ravenous blood sucking mosquitoes or suffer the bites of sand fleas at the beach?
Does one of the couple prefer roughing it and camping out while the other prefer the luxury of a pampering spa experience? Why are they always married to each other?
And why does every couple consist of one junk food and one health food lover? If one is dreaming of a Big Whopper and the other searching for Numi juice and organic Tofu, there’s a conflict.
So Mom, you let me down. You didn’t tell me about the real pitfalls of marriage.
Maybe I’ll feel better after a double Big Whopper, fries and a chocolate shake!
MorristownMemos 
Comments on: "WHAT MAMA NEVER TOLD ME" (5)
I could not have found better words to express all of this. Exactly that! Moreover, he wears my socks, never give them back, saves music files right on the desctop even if I have created a separe album called “MUSIC”, eats the same food every day (!) unless i actually cook and sit him down to eat with me, he is tired all the times although he works part time and instead of cuddling with me afted I come from the office, he runs out to the gym – like he hadn’t had a spare day to do that! But at the end- he is the man, that loves me, makes me laugh and catch spinders from our bedroom, holds my hand before the dentist and buys my a baloon afterwards. He is the man, who makes me chicken soup when I have a terrible cold and smiles and says I am pretty when I have greese hair, red eyes and a running nose. He is the guy that goes to a store on a cold evening of a rainy day and the man who does things which have no point in them for him just to make me happy, e.g. keep jackets on the left side of the wardrobe and the coats on the right… 🙂 (don’t ask, I have no idea why do I like ti that way 😀 )
So you hate and love and at the end decide that even with all these bits and pits that get on your nerve, there is noone better for you 🙂
Sometimes I think we all marry the wrong people. Or maybe we marry the right people, but we should live in adjoining apartments.
Great writing — really crisp and funny.
…but the apartments should be nearby in case I find a spider in the shower!
Ronnie
Ha! So true! What ever happened to, “And they lived happily ever after . . .”
Do you know of any such ending in real life?
Ronnie