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MARRIAGE
What Will We Fight About Today?
Surely we can find something?
My wife and were married in July of 1967. I’ve looked over some of the things I have written here about our marriage and I think it would be pretty easy to get the idea that we have some idealistic marriage where my wife is treated like a queen and we never fight or disagree.
That’s completely wrong. We are both strong-willed and mercurial. We agree on most things, but when we don’t, sparks fly. We fight, we yell, we sulk. We do make up quickly — sometimes in mid-sentence.
My wife is my true love, my very best friend, my confidante, and my lover. She and I are both humans. We have our faults and our peccadilloes, we are not perfect.
We fight about stupid things. We fight over misunderstandings. We had a doozy last week because the humidifier we run at night in our bedroom quit working. That device is very important to us in the winter; even though we keep the heat turned down at night, the air can get very dry and will leave both of us with dried out mouths and noses.
So, I looked online, found what we needed at Walmart, and ran out to get it. It was the same model we have used for years, but a newer version. I brought it home, unpacked it, set it up, and then all hell broke loose.
