DO YOU BELIEVE THIS?

 

DO YOU BELIEVE THIS?

Anytime I hear some married person say to me…. “My wife/husband and I have been married for (fill in the blank) number of years and we have never, ever had an argument.”

I can only assume one of two possibilities in this statement.

#1 they are bald faced lying

#2 they are both deaf

Which also makes me wonder just how much deaf people (hearing afflicted) actually do argue? I mean I would not want to be a long-winded sign language person. I think I would just learn how to say… “yes, dear” and let it go at that.

But I digress, anyway my wife and I have been married for over fifty years. In the beginning, it was relatively simple to find something to argue about. Do we want a new house? Do we want to move? Do we want another kid? Do we want a new dog? Does this dress make me look fat? Do I need to lose some weight? Do you like this channel? How about a new boat? What did you like about the movie? Who did you vote for?

You get it, there were hundreds of things to argue about. Then you got to make up. There would be a period of pouting and apologies and then hugs and kisses and the world was back in orbit and you were good to go again.

Depending upon how you look at it, as you get older and more married (can you be more married?) your options for topics to argue about starts to dimmish. You don’t need to move, buy a new house or car, you can’t have more kids, you don’t want a boat and your one dog is fine.

See what I mean? You become argument topic challenged.

But wait, there is hope on the horizon, you start to look for things to provoke discussions.

Example, my wife and I had gone to Dallas to our great granddaughter’s birthday party. Coming back, we get behind a trailer with the license plate…. ‘Bat One’.

Holy smokes, it’s the BatMobile in person right in front of us, for real.

It takes us about a minute to pull along side of the driver, during which time two elderly adults who are argumentative topic derived get into a conversation and argumentative discussion about who was driving the truck. Was it Batman, himself? Could it be Robin? Maybe it’s Bruce Wayne? No it looks to me like some fat guy smoking a stogie. She says it looked like Batman, I said it didn’t. and so it goes.

My son and his wife think we are crazy and maybe we are, but by the time we got home we had made up and forgotten all about it. In fact, we find that most off the time we can no longer remember what we started arguing about in the first place.

Which is a good thing, see you next week.