"You are speeding!!!!"
"PLEASE SLOW DOWN!"
"There is a truck behind us.Please be careful.."
"Please keep to the left lane!"
O.K. That's me in a car (my husband is driving, of course).
Alright. Before you all start judging me, let me tell you this.
For one, I was being polite! Did you count the number of 'Pleases'?
And secondly, for a girl who has been under a bus and lived to tell the tale, this behavior is tolerable!
Yes, I have been there, where no one has ever dared to be.
"Literally under the bus!" Thank you for the Bravery Award! {blushing}
But that's not what I am getting at today. It's US ( No, not the United States). By US, I mean My Husband and Me.
For the first few years of our marriage, I thought it was God's Big Joke to get us married. (It must have been getting really boring up there). We were so different, we could have been from 2 different planets.
Our conversations sounded like Morse codes.
HE: Beeeep, beeep....
ME: Bip, bip, bip, bip, beeeeeep...
And other times it were like lexical ambiguities
HE: Woman off to jail for sex with boys
ME: Why? She din't find any boys outside the jail to have sex with?
HE: Stolen painting found by tree
ME: A tree found a stolen painting? now, that's strange!
And mostly we were eating each others souls out!!
ME : GET LOST, YOU DOG!!
HE: OK MRS DOG!
ME: AAARRGGGHH!!!
It's been 10 years now! Not that anything much has changed (we still are a weird couple), but somehow our marriage survived this far. I am still trying to figure out the reason.
Maybe over the years we discovered little things about each other that kept us together, maybe it's Stockholm Syndrome or maybe it's just that God must be really craving for some entertainment!
Well, whatever be the reason, the moral of the story is "If your marriage is weird in the first few years, give it 10 years and it will still be weird! ......and also that I am shit scared of travelling on road"
PS: Hodophobia, that's what the fear of travelling on road is called!
