The Married life Story
“Let’s see what married life is all about…”
She threw it from the car window when he said the one thing she knew he knew would throw her off. She was as delicate as a summer fruit, but anger would make her almost as strong as he was. They had called in sick that morning, to go for a ride “where the road would take us” they had said. It was a final effort for them to do something out of the ordinary, to defy the self-imposed routine of their childless marriage.
They had gone into married life with the conviction that their love story could master any matrimonial tragedy — death, sickness, financial loss, but the trivial everyday miseries they had never considered. They had worn pride on their sleeve as they expected their marriage to turn into one constant hurdle for them to remain in love despite having busy lives that would keep them apart, health scares and some failure.
They believed they would argue about the places their jobs would take them — away from one another; argue about ideas they came across in books through long sittings during dinner, instead, they found themselves arguing about each others’ mothers or the way dinner should have been cooked. Most nights, however, they were too tired to even argue, so they would eat and watch television.
They spent their days grumbling about their boss with their colleagues, later with one another, ending their recurring argument by saying they should — no, they must, do something to change their situation, but they never did. They were comfortable in the situation they abhorred and they became fussy and were constantly on edge when new things would happen to them, so they would start to perceive amusement in the everyday things they would have once dismissed.
They would spend the rest of their lives together with time passing by, wrecking their bodies but keeping most things unchanged. They would decide to have children at one point to bring something new to their marriage, convinced their restlessness would ease once they became parents.