Chris loved my hands. Even in the worst of times for us, he loved my hands. He thought they were beautiful.
I think Chris always believed he could have done better. He once described me as a Saturn (the car, not the planet). He explained that it was exhilarating to drive a Porche now and then, but you could always come home to a Saturn. Not too fancy, but reliable. Honestly, he meant it as a compliment. What wife doesn’t want to be reliable, and have crank windows? Guess what? I didn’t consider it a compliment. And it didn’t help that there were plenty of fancy cars (nurses) that worked at the hospital with him. Believe me, from what I saw those nurses certainly would have been trading up too.
Probably not a night at the Roxbury
Hopefully this lasts and we never get to the following stage. Remember the adorable way he lined up the cups just so….or the way he insists the windows stay closed during rain storms even though you love the sound of rain and he knows that and it seems as though he’s just being contrary to annoy you. And why is it always you who must clean the litter box, you never even wanted cats. And dear god, when did it become ok to pass gas at the dinner table. And please do not rub your cold clammy feet on me in the middle of the night. I hate that.
That’s when you start noticing how smoothly a Porche runs. Of course the Porche could never pay the bills on time, or appreciate how you add an extra syllable to paprika. Regardless you suddenly realize you’re a two car family.
I’m not trying to be cynical. I just don’t want to be the silent couple at the diner. I want a balance of passion and stability, a Toyota highlander perhaps. I believe there is a way to hold onto a piece of that initial electricity. It takes work and attention. After all love is an action.
I hold out hope that there can be both passion and stability. Over the past 6 years I have definitely had an interesting time searching for it. Then I’ve had times, like now, when I find both passion and stability just being by myself.
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Beautifully said.
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How beautifully you describe the “stages” of a relationship. From white hot, to glowing logs, to smoldering embers. I never made it to the third, though both relationships each lasted twenty-odd yrs. I think I’m a Jeep, good in a storm, but not too tiresome on long trips.
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… that’s ” too tiresome”
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Good one nanna.
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