Last night my husband and I were watching television, and, at the end of a particularly moving scene, I looked over at him, tears in my eyes, to see his face dry as the proper way to act in an Oscar Wilde play. We then had the following exchange:
Me: You have a heart of stone
Mike: Yeah, but you knew that already.
Me: I know, but it’s getting harder and harder to pretend.
Mike: Honey, that’s what marriage is for. You get to stop pretending.
*sigh* Pretending is just about all I have left.
I hope you don’t watch a lot of television.
Do his eyes water when he chops onions? If not, be sure you weren’t accidentally duped into marrying a very convincing android.
Belated congratulations on the marriage!
I think any long-standing commitment is a moment to stop pretending!