This weekend marks a year of me being married. Really and truly never thought I would type the words “me” and “married” in the same sentence. Just never really made sense to me. Then things changed and man do I have it good. I mean really good. Sort of crazy, actually. I’m not sure that “jackpot” is strong enough to describe my current status.
Ok, let’s quickly switch gears.
I was at the airport recently and observed this lady screaming at the top of her lungs at her husband. I am talking full meltdown here and with a crowd. This was a “I gotta stop and watch this train wreck” kind of situation and I’m the guy who thinks that people who slow down on the freeway to see what happened have nothing better to do with their lives. I never slow down. Ever. But I couldn’t help myself here. This was a true “til death do us part” deal breaker yelling scene.
Now at this point some of my key instincts kicked in. How do I help her? How do I help him? Do I somehow make a joke about “cultivating a great relationship”………….nah probably a bad idea at this point. Even I know that.
All I could imagine is how brutal this must be. Don’t think you can get to an episode like this and have it be a one-off. Can you? I don’t think so. I also started thinking about how much alcohol or foreign substances need to be consumed in this household to keep things from rambling out of control. Yea, alcohol is definitely a logical explanation.
I believe in the human race and mankind…..but it goes down fractionally every time I see episodes like these……….it’s really sort of crazy. Only second to people whose cars are a complete mess—hard for me to imagine.
So, what’s the moral of all this mess? I need to get my wife a nice gift. She needs to know that I really respect her and appreciate the fact that she loves me in an A+ over the top way. Makes me feel very good.
Basically, I need her to know that I realize I hit the jackpot.
Thanks airport lady.