Friday Conclusion

dislikeThe ironic thing about marriage is that sometimes your bizzaro world spouse does things or says things or sits a certain way or talks to strangers in a way that makes you want to run full-speed in the other direction or argues in a way that makes you ponder if he even has a brain or acts weirder than you’ve seen chimps act at the zoo or bugs you or shames you or shows you how petty you are or reveals to you a certain part of you you never knew existed or incites you to change for the better or sometimes worse or interferes with your definition of I AM PERFECT or draws attention to the fact that you can’t be happy until the dishes are done or sees you in a way you never imagined or loves in spite of your lean, mean heart or simply refuses to agree or is a big bad obstacle to all that your weary spirit dreams of on one afternoon or tells it like it is when you’re not really ready to hear it or just acts like a goof when what you want is James Bond…which brings me to my point and my conclusion:

IF YOU WANT LOVE YOU GOTTA WORK AT LOVE BECAUSE THE ONLY WAY TO HAVE LOVE IS TO WORK AT THE LOVE OVER AND OVER BEFORE IT WILL ENDURE.

Or Something Along Those Lines,
Graspy Grasperson
Asshat, USA

2 Comments on "Friday Conclusion"

  1. WHAT?? No comments here???
    Because this is so, so, so, so right. SO RIGHT.
    And Cupcake would be proud of Piper because the other morning when her husband told her he was worried because he thinks she takes too much ibuprofen and that when they got older he was sure she would have holes in her stomach from excessive ibuprofen use on top of all her back and spine problems, Piper didn’t punch him. She just said, “thank you for your concern”. And then sort of muttered to herself, “you’re lucky it’s not crack”.

  2. MidLyfeMama says:

    Much like working at a baseball glove makes the leather more supple and keeps it from cracking and lasts for years and years, and makes it fit your hand and catch a ball exactly the way a ball is meant to be caught, working at love makes it supple and not dry and cracked, and it fits the way it should and performs its duties the way it was meant to. But yes, every so often, that other in your life CONFOUNDS you to your core to the point you are quite sure an angry disgruntled spirit has taken over his body and is bent on torturing you.

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