Less than blissful

August 27, 2008

You only need to see the headline — “She’s happily married, dreaming of divorce” — to know you’re going to be treated to a wonderfully entertaining descent into self-indulgent whining: 

Don’t misunderstand: I would not, could not disparage my marriage (not on a train, not in the rain, not in a house, not with a mouse). After 192 months, Will and I remain if not happily married, then steadily so. Our marital state is Indiana, say, or Connecticut — some red areas, more blue. Less than bliss, better than disaster. We are arguably, to my wide-ish range of reference, Everycouple.

Nor is Will the Very Bad Man that I’ve made him out to be. Rather, like every other male I know, he is merely a Moderately Bad Man, the kind of man who will leave his longboat-sized shoes directly in the flow of our home’s traffic so that one day I’ll trip over them, break my neck, and die, after which he’ll walk home from the morgue, grief-stricken, take off his shoes with a heavy heart, and leave them in the center of the room until they kill the housekeeper. Everyman.

If only she can find the courage to leave this Moderately Bad Everyman and find the self-fulfillment to which she is so entitled! Or maybe she just needs to get rid of her delusions: “This is not to say that dismantling one’s marriage will automatically bring happiness; it’s the idealization of marriage that needs to be shredded, along with its accompanying bumper sticker WIVES MAKE BETTER WOMEN.” Who still believes that, really?

Oh, for this longed-for day:

Maybe one day, marriage — like the human appendix, male nipples, or your pinky toes — will become a vestigial structure that will, in a millennium or two, be obsolete. Our great-great-great-grandchildren’s grandchildren will ask each other in passing, “Remember marriage? What was its function again? Was it that maladaptive organ that intermittently produced gastrointestinal antigens and sometimes got so inflamed that it painfully erupted?”

Yes. Yes it was.

What did we do for entertainment before OPRAH.com came along? Run away, Will, escape right now. This woman is sucking your soul out.

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One Response to “Less than blissful”

  1. Bob G. Says:

    Such a succubus…!
    😉

    B.G.


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