My reply to "I love you" is ...."yeah"

I don't know what's gotten into me lately. I would think it would be like talking to a brick wall...well maybe a statue (I do have the curves of course) . I feel so empty and it all started when we went off on an Easter trip. You know, sitting in the car, but total silence for an hour. Not the nice kind of silence where you just sense each other's presence and feel comfortable. It was like, having a good conversation, run out of stuff to say so ... don't say a thing at all.

It feels as it me and my husband really have nothing in common. We may hover around the same likes, but under a magnifying glass you can see that we are totally different. He likes Queen and the Beatles. Who in their 20s does that??????? I mean the lead singer of Queen was some hairy chested guy who wore tight clothes. The thought is already way too much for me. But nope, he likes stuff like that. He likes travelling to wineries too. Not that I don't enjoy having a sip of wine here and there, but after ME driving HIM for 40 something minutes to find that a particular winery is closed, I'd give up. But no, he sulks and in the end I'm frantically trying to find a winery that's open just to stop him sulking.

By the end of it all, it makes sense when after leaving a winery that was open at a time after 5pm, that my response to "I love you" was "yeah". Unfortunately, the feeling of "Yeah" has not completely left my body as yet so I'm just moping around the house looking at my husband giving him my "go annoy someone else" look. Poor guy. He can't help having bad taste. Oh well, I guess I'll wait for the normal feelings to come back.

I Am But a Slave

Well I guess this is my first entry as a married woman, but left me advise those who aren't married. DON'T GET MARRIED!!!!!!! And if anyone asks you to, run for the hills for dear life.

Ok maybe not run for the hills, but you get the picture.

It seems that people think that marriage is exciting, and somehow, romantic, but believe me....NO and NO. It seems I've been committed to a life of slavery. I told this to my hubby yesterday, and he goes, "You're kidding ... right?" to which I answered quite promptly, "No, I'm not." Examples I gave him are as follows:

1. I clean up after you, like the bandaids that you leave on the bedside table and the cups of coffee lying around on tables here and there.
2. When I cleaned up the bathroom, you noticed straightaway that the blob of toothpaste that was in the corner was gone. Well if you noticed that there was a blob of toothpaste, why on earth did you not clean it up when you first noticed it.
3. I do the washing, I vacuum the whole house, I mop the floors, etc, etc

As you can see from the lateness of this blog, I even have no time for the Net.

Now this was his comeback ( totally lame might I add):

1. I take the trash out

Whoah!!!!!! Blown away right? Taking out the trash is seen as equivalent to my household tasks. Many people tell me it's a guy thing. So I guess I was doomed from the start. At least I'm giving him the guilt trip and at the same time I've learnt the fine art of strongly advising him to do tasks as he has already promised me he would help me out. I'll make sure it is the worst mistake of his life. Muahahahaha!

Anyway, I better head back to slavery. Sink full of dishes here I come.

Stupidity is in the eye of the beholder

I recently posted as my Facebook status the comment that I think that some people just act stupid, but worse is when people are born stupid, and that I was dealing with someone of the latter. Obviously this person is my fiance. He really is quite thick in the head. Here are a few examples:

1. Looks at the TV blankly while everyone is busy helping out with a chore
2. Tells everyone a secret that I said I confided with him about
3. Knows that I'm tired, tells me to go to sleep early, then calls me at 1am (still messaging me in fact eventhough it's 2:11am)
   

I find him quite embarrassing to the point I sometimes have to apologise for his rudeness. Unfortunately he takes after his dad. And more unfortunately he idolises his dad. So much i have to work on. Sigh!
People say that you should not try to change a person, but I say one should mould their partner in a way so that you can at least face them for a minimum of 5 years of marriage. Do I see any hands up in agreement? Anyway I guess I can leave the moulding at least till tomorrow. That's if he can stop messaging me, that is. By the way, last message I sent was "Just go to sleep. I'm better off with you asleep than have you awake and stressing me out so that I can't sleep"
Hmmmm...that would make a good Facebook status comment.