I’ve now been married for over twenty years. (Yes, to the same person). I think a key to our longevity is our ability to laugh and recognize how absurd some of our arguments are. And how old we are getting. Case in point, this little recent squabble:
It was a Thursday night, and my husband and I were going to play trivia. As we pulled into the parking garage, he immediately started to bark at me.
“I can’t see anything! Did you … did you … adjust the headlight settings? I can’t see!”
Yes, I had driven his car earlier, and he had assumed that I had tinkered with all the settings in it. While I had adjusted the seat and the mirrors, I hadn’t touched anything else, and I most certainly had not touched the automatic headlights setting. If anything, touching that setting makes me extra paranoid since I have seen way too many people driving without their headlights on.
Me: “I didn’t touch anything!”
And then I noticed that I could see the headlights on the car just fine. What the what? I pointed this out, but his rant continued even stronger.
Him: “Well you must’ve done something. I can’t see anything!”
From there, things escalated so very quickly. We both became so exasperated and angry … and probably let a few f-bombs fly in the process. In the meantime, we went up the ramp in the parking garage to an area where the lights didn’t matter, because it was uncovered and sunny. He parked the car and we both became a tad calmer, although still fuming.
Cut to about ten minutes later, we are settled in and ready for trivia to shortly begin.
My husband leans over to me, laughing, and whispers in my ear: “Uh … I’m sorry. I realized I couldn’t see anything in the parking garage because I had my sunglasses on the whole time.”
And that, my friends, is what your fifties will be like.
Good recap of a discourse similar to ones we have every now and then - and pretty much the same kind of ending!