On being in a relationship:
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way …”
Though perhaps not Dickens’ intent, he sums up what it’s like to be in a relationship with such intricacy and superlative in A Tale of Two Cities.
MLB and I have been married for 25+ years. And much like that quote, we have had uber-fantastic times in this relationship, as well as very down periods. Fortunately, the good far outweigh the bad.
I must confess, in this very stream-of-consciousness psycho-babbling dissertation, that some of the frustrations have come about due to my instigation.
You see, I’m like that teenage boy who sits, in the classroom, behind the girl he likes. I just can’t help myself because I like her; I REALLY like her. The problem is that in my sense of relationship, I think she actually wants to have her pony-tail pulled. Since I think it’s cute, she should think it’s cute. Right??
Unfortunately, most girls (okay, women), don’t like to have their hair pulled, being tickled, etc. So during those times it’s much like this:
No matter how hard I try to placate, annoy, tease, and irritate – in a loving way, of course! – it just doesn’t work. Just like oil never mixes with water, no matter how hard you shake it, so goes the mixing in our relationship in these type of situations!
On the other hand, there are those times when I take the mature, adult path – albeit, probably not often enough, if you ask MLB.
When I’m the romantic, look-into-her-eyes person she would like me to be, the relationship is like the old 70’s and 80’s Reese’s peanut butter cup commercials.
You know the ones:
Two people, one eating peanut butter and one eating chocolate, collided. One person would exclaim, “You got your peanut butter in my chocolate!” and the other would exclaim, “You got your chocolate in my peanut butter!”. They would then sample the mixture and remark on the great taste, tying in with the slogan “Two great tastes that taste great together.” [from Wikipedia, my bible of knowledge, hehe].
Here’s the video link. Great vintage stuff, there!
And you know, now that I think about it, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups are MLB’s all-time favorite candy.
Coincidence?? I think not!
I’m sure that no one else has experienced these “oil and water” or “chocolate and peanut butter” situations in their relationships!
If you have, please feel free to share;
with the rest of the class, that is!