The Trials of Marriage
October 28, 2006
You know when you’re driving along and you see someone walking their dog and you think, ‘dang, that woman looks exactly like her dog?’ I’m afraid that’s happening to me – except I don’t have a dog and it’s gone past looks.
We realized this month that since getting married I have gained a few pounds. Nothing to buy new clothes over (fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it), but a few pounds just the same. I can’t speak for Adam, but I was kind of hoping things would work the other way. I was hoping once we got married Adam would lose a few pounds (not that he needs to because he’s perfect just the way he is, but because he said he wanted to – just to be clear) and I would stay the same. But, alas, such has not happened.
Tonight I realized our similarities have gone one step further. Not only do I more closely resemble Adam thanks to my new found hip friends, but I act more like him as well. We went to a halloween party at a nearby apartment complex where some friends of Adam’s from Princeton live and I had the most awkward interactions. First, I had on a mask that covered my eyes and most of my nose and my nose was running because it was cold out and I have allergies. But to wipe my nose, I had to lift my mask, and I didn’t have any tissues. So I was forced to constantly be deciding whether it was more awkward to slightly lift my mask and wipe my nose in the middle of a conversation or risk having snot visible. Awkward. Then, I had the most awkward conversations ever. I was the death of conversation tonight. Anything I said in any conversation simply fell flat and killed conversation for a second. It was amazing. If you could make that into a costume, I would win any contest. It was just downright impressive. After only an hour and a half I made Adam leave because I couldn’t take it any longer – one can only be awkward for so long before it gets exhausting. Apparently I need more "awkward endurance." Good grief.
Update: Adam has a really unfortunate habit of laughing at me when I hurt myself. Tonight he tripped as he was getting up from the chair and I totally laughed at him. So disturbing.
Posted in marriage by Sarah Walker Cleaveland
