This actually happened this week. True story.
It was a bright, hot August morning and Claudia’s husband was in the shower. Claudia, already showered, was at the bathroom sink, sweeping on a new blush that she still wasn’t sure she liked. Wasn’t it just a touch too pink? She took a clean blush brush and brushed off some of it. Now it didn’t look like she had any blush on at all. Claudia gave up on the blush portion of her morning ritual and moved on to eye liner. Her husband, who did not wear make-up, would be out of the shower and getting dressed in minutes. Claudia, her hand steady from years of practice, swept on her eyeliner and eyeshadow.
As her husband stepped out of the shower, she said, “You know, we’re so lucky. So many people get divorced and here we are, still married. I’m so thankful, aren’t you?”
Claudia’s husband hung up the towel, something he did because of years of practice and not by any sort of natural inclination. “Yeah,” he murmured.
Claudia, not one to be daunted by a monosyllabic reply, said, “I mean, here we are, happily married after all these years. Of course, I suppose we could still get divorced. There’s nothing to say that can’t happen.”
Squeezing out his toothpaste, Claudia’s husband cast her a sideways glance and said, “Yeah. I could still kick you to the curb.”
Claudia, unscrewing her mascara wand, looked at him in the mirror and said, “If you want to lose a foot.”
Claudia’s husband laughed so hard that he got toothpaste on the faucet. Claudia patted him on the butt as she passed, leaving him to clean it up.
That’s a snapshot of my marriage. We’ve been married 32 years this month. My marriage is playful, teasing, flirtatious, and we’re always looking for a reason to laugh. We like it that way.
What does your ideal marriage look like? Do any novels or movies capture your ideal?