Guess what guys…suspense too much? OK, I’ll put you out of your misery (and no DS, don’t get excited, this is not for you today)…..it….is….my…er…OUR….
15th Anniversary today !!!
Ok, ok. Nothing to get excited about, I know. What with people celebrating their 30th and 40th and so on. I’d like to think we’re halfway to 30. But that’s just depressing thinking.
Gosh, how DO you stay with ONE man for THIRTY YEARS, crickey. *Ok, me using larney words just doesn’t sound right* FM, how the feck does one stay with ONE man for THE REST OF YOUR (and HIS) Fecking LIFE? That’s very very long, bloody hell. It’s like FOREVER!! It’s like telling me to eat rys and vleis for the rest of my life. And I like Italian, and Moroccan, and Greek, and seafood (many fish in the sea, do you see the simile there?). Please, PLEASE tell me how to do this?
I never thought I’d even make it to year # 5. Never-mind FIFTEEN.
And let me tell you another thing, most of that 15 friggin years were not that good at all. Sometimes I wondered why I bothered. But then my controlling nature and hardegatgeit reminded me – I’m not a giver-upper. I will bloodywell bite that bullet until there’s nothing left to bite (Knersus, you see? Came in handy). Or maybe I’m too dof to know when to quit. Doesn’t matter. I’m in it and I’m staying.
When the shit hit the fan in year 1, I told BooBoo there’s three ways on this journey – either he dies trying, or I die trying or I kill him while trying. What do you think he said? Yip. This is why he’s STILL only got one expression. Bland. Too bloody scared to give anything away, lest I will see he’s unhappy with me and I go see that man about the dog….The same happened in year 2 and so on. I think you get the message. The last 4 years have been relative bliss. He says we’ve been happy for 10, I say he’s delusional. We are definitely not on the same wavelength.
I shoulda seen the signs when I woke up on wedding day and immediately started bawling my eyes out. I only stopped crying after the speeches and toasts were made. I’d had a glass (or two) of champaigne by then. I was fine. But no, te dof om te besef hier kom k*k (I was too stupid and in-love to see that something wasn’t right ;-))
I told him we shouldn’t go out of our way to celebrate. Money’s a bietjie tight. The bugger so wrintie waar surprised me this morning with gold Creole earrings. See, he never listens!
How sweet. I sommer loved him again today.
As for the rest. I think he’s made peace with his lot. Stopped trying. Just gave up. And let me run the show 🙂 …..Sometimes they listen, sometimes they don’t 😉 Some never know what’s best for them…just shuddup and hand over the credit cards, the paycheck to wifey, and park the balls at the gate when you get home ….*winks*
So this is me, celebrating another year past. And I’m so excited. Can you tell?