Monday 28 September 2015

Anniversary Again...

My husband and I have been married 18 years this September. The big question is: how do we make it work? I'm not sure any of you asked how we make it work but when you have been married a long time it seems like something you get to comment on; like people who are over 90 get to just make general wise comments about the world and we all have to listen. And usually we all roll our eyes at them but then later when you get in your car you are like "Hey that was really wise!" Not that I am wise about marriage but this is quite an achievement; in Hollywood years that’s like 150. (Apparently in Hollywood years you also achieve immortality; which seems obvious; some of those people have been around a long time… also sometimes I think they just get more plastic surgery and come back as the next big thing. It explains why friends of mine have such a hard time breaking into the business… AND it explains why they have all these look-a-like things online!) So what's our secret? Well we certainly made it as difficult as possible. I was 18 when we got married and, as if this weren’t enough, we were from different corners of the Globe. I an American and he a Kiwi (New Zealander – but not a hobbit… I think… I’m not sure because I have been told that hobbits are sneaky and he can be very sneaky... also he has very strange feet...). This may not seem like a big deal after all they are both English speaking countries but it is a big deal. For one thing they are very far apart so family is not close at hand when you need a babysitter, or a mediator, or someone to agree your spouse is crazy. And for another thing, despite the fact we both speak English, we are not always saying the same thing. There are the obvious ones like boot for trunk and rubber for eraser (I have had to meticulously train our daughter not to mix these up in the States but it happens and people often do a double take when she begs me to buy her a rubber in the supermarket). But these are easily dismissed. It really gets tricky when he says things like “Happy as Larry…” and I accuse him of making up a simile. There is no such thing as Happy as Larry. Who is Larry and how do we know how happy he is? Seems like a conspiracy where Larry sits around drawing attention to all the happy people before he strikes with the plague! Or maybe a conspiracy where the Larry's got together and said "Hey we aren't winning at enough things. Maybe we could win at being happy?!" But they should know it is very hard to win at being happy - it can't be measured - I've tried. Also I should state for the record that I have no problem with making up similes; in fact making up similes makes me smart as Hildegard. But you can’t just make up similes and then say everyone knows that simile. This just makes everyone feel stupid or as confused as a slushy machine at the gym... Also it's like you are winning at something you should not be winning at - you know, cheating? You should really establish outright whether or not you are sure you have made up a simile or if you stole it, also, because of plagiarism!

 You would think over the years that we have gotten better at communicating through our language barrier. However, a couple days ago, I was trying to book tickets to the States. They are on sale so I called him at work to look at dates. He couldn’t talk right then so I kept searching until his lunch break rolled around; I called his cell, no answer; five minutes later no answer. When he finally calls me back he said he had to get a haircut. “Had to.” There was no other time this week or next that he could of done it - just right then today. He didn’t have an appointment or anything he just HAD TO walk across to the barber and get his hair buzz cut. I said, "that is ridiculous because I also had things I needed to get done today but instead I am trying to book tickets" and then he said he had to go and there was nothing he could do and then hung up. I nearly broke my hand slamming the phone down on the counter. (Surprisingly, the phone was fine and the counter is fine too… even more surprising was the amount of times I slammed it and it still survived. It was good though because I may have tried to throw it in his face when he walked in the door. I was planning a very elaborate ambush including the phone and haircutting scissors so this was  much less likely to end in jail time for me). The tickets still aren’t purchased. I am still weighing up jail time. So, in order to overcome these technical issues, stay married  and avoid afore mentioned jail time, certain rules must be established and adhered to at all times:

1.      You might have to bend on deal breakers – I often hear from single-dating types that when they are dating and getting serious there are certain “Deal breakers” for instance “I must have dogs.” Or “I must have dogs that dance.” Or “I must be able to wear tap shoes to the mall…” (you know, because they make a cool clicking sound on the polished shiny floors) Whatever it is, you get the picture. Although, I’m sure most people’s deal breakers don’t consist entirely of dancing requirements…The problem is deal breakers often come up after you have been married for a while. Usually because it didn’t occur to you to include them in a list of deal breakers… Like I didn't know that I had to mention before we got married that you are not allowed to admire people that speak derogatorily (I thought I made up that word but apparently not!) towards women. Let me explain. Recently while playing a game invented by our daughter we had to guess Alan’s top five most admired people. There were the usual: Nelson Mandela, various famous rugby players and then he says - Kanye West. The important thing to remember here is, sometimes when you have been married for this long you feel like your head might explode but you should wait because you also don’t want to waste a good head exploding on something you just misunderstood. This was one of those moments. I laughed giving him a chance to say “Only joking” but he was serious and my head nearly exploded. My problem was in the question. It was, if you recall, “Most admired”. This particular misogynistic-music writer could have been in any other category: most interesting; most influential; most likely to name his child after a map direction… Any of these would have been fine - a lively discussion might have ensued… but most admired? Someone you look up to? No.  He tried miserably and unsuccessfully to defend his choice, citing Kanye’s work ethic and how much he has done for African American people and civil rights. None of this, however, was enough to put the logical bits of my brain back into place. My point was, you can’t fight for one disenfranchised group while simultaneously setting women’s liberation back to the dark ages when we were used for sex and berry gathering. I tried to look up some lyrics for proof and there were so many to choose from and all of them were so bad I could not print them here.  We did not agree to disagree and now he listens to his rap music when I can’t see and I pretend he doesn’t even know who Kanye West is. Thus the deal breaker is put under the bed in a nice white box. Also we didn’t have to file for divorce citing irreconcilable directions where one is heading West and the other heading in normal equality directions.

2.      Only one person is allowed to be psychotic at a time. Now this usually works because one person tends to be a little more psychotic than the other. This is me. I generally run at a high level of adrenaline and cortisol for most of my day - stressing out over gas prices and whether ;or not we are causing irreparable damage to our daughter because she is an only child; or last night’s debacle - whether the wind would blow the grill into the bedroom door. Now this is normally fine (except for the fact that I am daily shortening my life expectancy because I can’t calm down about a B I got last semester… on one paper… which was a mistake which the teacher let me fix… I got an A- in the class just to be clear… the Master’s level class just to be clearer) However, this level of insanity requires a calm counterpoint to say, “Hey, you are freaking out about nothing… calm down.” If this counterpoint begins to lose his sense of laid-back-everything-will-be-fine attitude - puppies are purchased. Just before my daughter’s birthday, I decided that we were ruining her life because she does not have a sibling. So I decided RIGHT NOW it is time for a puppy! At first he remained calm just as he was supposed to do. And then, suddenly, I had convinced him and now we have a puppy keeping us up all night, peeing everywhere, in a rental, in trouble with our landlord and I am crying all the time because... who knows why I am crying - because puppies are what you think about when you are sad to make you happy. So why should looking at a puppy make me cry? And now Al is confused because I convinced him to have a puppy and now I am crying. I said, “what was supposed to happen was, I would say we should get a puppy, panic, dance around, panic more and you are supposed to say ‘grrr I don’t think now is a good time’ and I pout and say,  you don’t get to make the decisions around here! And I am clearly right because of these well thought out and wise 6 - 8 reasons!” and then you say ‘can we talk about this later?’ which we never do and then I relent but blame you. Clearly!” To which he responded as the puppy spun in circles at our feet trying to bite our shoes, “Hmm I’m not sure what happened. I think I went a little nuts too!” To which I said “What?? You are the stable one! It’s your claim to fame in this marriage. It’s what you do! It’s your job.”  So now we have a puppy and our child won’t grow up crazy and alone but we have agreed - no more psychotic episodes at the same time.

There seems like there are more rules that help keep us married, but I still can’t see through the psychotic rage at the barber shop thing. Who suddenly-right-now-no-appointment has to have his hair cut? It really doesn’t make any sense. I haven’t had my hair cut for over a year and I’m ok. I will survive. This is a "Happy as Larry" thing isn’t it?