On Married Life

The warmer weather had finally thawed away my writer's block.

So what's married life like?

I don't have that A-HA! moment that other people seem to have when they hear that I am married. I still feel like the same rebellious Chian who likes looking at gorgeous men (though Santi highly disapproves of me sharing these thoughts with him).

But he doesn't ask me to change, and nor will I. Just because I am legally bound to someone does not mean my thoughts have to be also bound by someone too.

The plus side of married life is that I feel a certain calm and security. A warmth knowing that every night when I return home, Santi and our cat Freddie-O will be my best welcoming committee. One will offer me a warm kiss, while the other will flop down and ask me for a major belly rub.

I think marriage is overrated. Over glamorfied. It is simply two people who enjoy sharing life together, nothing more, nothing less. It is also two people knowing that they annoy each other but love each other enough to appreciate that annoyingness.

It's not the fabric of fairy tales, nor the boring dread that some make it out to be. It is whatever each couple decides to make of it.

Right now, my married life is more of a spillover from couple life--We still live in the same rented house, still have the gorgeous wooden patio with flowers yet to bloom, still meet up with the same friends, still are our dignified selves refusing to...him, wear contact lenses...me ease up on my strange weirdness of not letting him walk on my left side.

The only thing really different is that when I fill out forms I check the "married" box. For that sometimes I don't think I deserve all the congratulatory notes or the exclamations, or the excitement. I feel like a "Miranda" (who didn't feel deserving of all the oooos and aaahs when she was pregnant) except I think she deserved it because she actually worked for hers, whereas I didn't really. All I did was decided to remain status quo.