My Life as a Wife

In contunuing my “why do I hate weekends” thought from earlier in the day. I stopped on my way home and ran an errand I usually would have saved for a Saturday. I went home and insisted,  to my poor husband who worked 10 hours on the roof of a building, that I wanted to do something.

So, we went to dinner. Just to Rubios. We live near UC Riverside, so we went to this great college-type area with a bunch of restaurants, and coffee shops and such. We sat outside and listened to some crazy kid yell at his parents. & then we spent the rest of our time together talking about them.

After dinner… wait, let me take a moment to explain that my husband doesn’t chew his food. He swallows it all whole. I swear he competes with himself to see how quickly he can eat everything on his plate in a single breath. Then I get to sit there and eat like a normal person while he day dreams and people watches.

Back to the point, so after dinner I start walking towards the movie theater thinking I can convince him to see something. He explains his “I have to work tomorrow story”, which I saw coming 5 miles away. Okay, so we keep walking. Kind of holding hands, kind of talking. Mostly people watching and looking in the windows of the empty buildings. Then his cell phone rings. Ok… that call leads to 4 other calls and a 20 minute discussion on if he should call this person, blah, blah, blah.

As we continue walking, we see some lady with ice cream, and I think, “Here’s my chance!” Its just ice cream, that has nothing to do with staying up late. We can sit and have ice cream together and be all cute, and people watch together. Too bad thats what I thought. There was a line in the ice cream place and the girl behind the counter was taking a cake order. There goes that idea. At least I got him in the door. To get him to wait in line with me would have taken Jesus himself.

So we go home. We flip through some channels and he goes to bed, while I get online to figure out whats wrong with me.

Maybe I don’t know the difference between marriage and dating.

Maybe this is what marriage is.

My husband Jonathan (a.k.a. Jon) and I met in June of 2006. He was working for my aunt and somehow he persuaded her to introduce us. For me it wasn’t the greatest of times. My grandmother was very sick and ended up passing away at the end of June, and I wasn’t really looking for anyone.

As a side note, I know, they always say that when you’re not looking is actually when you’ll find someone, but I didn’t REALLY believe it until I lived through it. Come’on- You know you don’t really believe it either!

So We began to pass notes to each other though my aunt. **Weird scenario that perhaps I will explain at a later time** I eventually, through a strange turn of events, started working for my aunt too. We car pooled to and from work together, we took lunch together, we had dinner on the way home together, we went to church together on Sundays. After only 2 months it seemed like an eternity. It seemed like we had been together 10 years. I suppose spending 15 hours a day together 6 days a week will have that effect. We got engaged in October of 2006. We eloped on December 6, 2006. And had our real ceremony and reception on March 23, 2007.

I don’t know what happened. I fell head over heels, upside-down, side-ways, how ever you can fall. And not just that, but I turned into one of those girls I hate. I completely deserted my family and friends. Not on purpose, I just got distracted by him. (I do that a lot… get distracted I mean. I also fall a lot, break stuff a lot, and get lost a lot) I never thought I would do that.

While in college I wrote an entire article for the school’s paper about “Single People versus Married People” and how despicable I thought it was that once people “fell in love” they completely forgot about the world around them. I thought it was down right rude and uncalled for.

But… (there’s always a butt) That is totally what happens when you fall in love. You just become dumb. I think that’s why the wedding song sounds that way. This is my official apology to my friends and family. I can’t explain it. I’m dumb Now!!!