It’s Wednesday. I have escaped Julia’s clutches today, though it’s at the cost of going into work, so it’s a sort of swings and roundabouts thing. No domestic duties, but more parcels.
First I have to give blood, then we are going for a McDonald’s breakfast. After that I will go to work and she will stay at home with a list of jobs. When she uttered the words “for better, for worse” I wonder what she thought it meant. I have not improved. I haven’t done too well on “in sickness and in health” or “for richer, for poorer” either. However, she sticks with me.
I often wonder about modern marriage vows. I came across some while checking the wording of ours, and it looks like some of the vows last longer than the actual marriages. I note that even in 1549 the bride had the option to omit the word “obey”. Four hundred years later my mother omitted it from her vows and forty years later she advised Julia to do the same, t’m not sure there was ever any danger of Julia doing what she was told anyway.
I just had a quick look at some statistics and it seems that divorce rates are falling in the UK, however, by the 30th wedding anniversary 40% of marriages will have been ended by divorce and 11% by death. I’m a bit concerned about the 11% by death, which seems a lot, particularly if you married in your 20s. This does tend to highlight the sickness and health aspects.
So there you go – I started with housework, moved on to marriage and ended with mortality. After that cheerful start I wonder what my day holds . . .
She is still here and so are you after all these years, which is all that counts! 🙂
She is very patient and doesn’t expect much from me. It seems to work . . .
I suspect that both of your stellar senses of humor also play a part.
🙂 Possibly . . .
The registrar looked at us and the only words that he uttered were, “You do realise that this is a legally binding contract don’t you.” We signed on the dotted line.
It seems to have worked out tolerably well despite a lack of traditional gobbledeygook.
Like the French Revolution, it might be still too early to judge whether it was a success.
Yes, it is unwise to rush to judgement.
So romantic!
Absolutely.
No spouse, regardless of gender, should vow to “Obey.” Clif can argue the hind leg off a mule, and although I grumble about this from time to time, really, that’s the way it should be.
🙂
It’s a very short book you wrote there today
I’m practising being a man of few words. 🙂
😉