The big 3-5

[arliss]

It's verra odd, we happen to be at one of those downswings on the romance pendulum. It's nothing new. Our marriage has been sort of like two parallel paths that curve right and left of center. Sometimes the paths curve toward each other. Those are the honeymoon periods, when I look at him and he at me, "Oh! I remember you!" and we fall in love all over again, light up when the other enters a room, the sexual tension hums audibly, the ache of being apart for a day is sweetened by the eventual reunion. And sometimes the paths curve away from center, and we remain in sight of each other, but there is little to no real contact.

We're in an away-from curve, at the moment. And as this is, or should be, big!important!number! anniversary, I find that inconvenient. I feel custom bound to celebrate. And as I'm the usual planner and organiser, making a celebration happen would be my job.

And I just--didn't care. I couldn't even be arsed to buy a card. We'll do dinner, maybe a drive. And that will be it. At some point, the paths will curve in again.

Right?

Comments

[jesseh.livejournal.com]

If my parents (who've been married 36 years) are any indication, yeah, they curve in again. My father's line on their 25th anniversary was, "Here's to 20 wonderful years together!"

[fufaraw]

Jesse, what a great line! I may use it myself sometime.

[jesseh.livejournal.com]

It's a good one, isn't it? Most of the time is wonderful. The rest? Less so.

[debg.livejournal.com]

Yup. Things curve in and out. We've been officially married 20 years, officially together 22, and first met and probably fell in love right then, in 1977, so that's 26 years. More than half of our either of our lives.

We're just coming off two years of of a huge out-curve. Back to in-curve now.

Things curve.

[dxmachina.livejournal.com]

Yup, it's been the same way with my parents, and they're coming up on 52 years.

[fufaraw]

We did some errands and pre-weekend grocery shopping before he left for work. I found one funny and one slightly mushy card, to continue that anniversary tradition. I tucked them into his bag and reminded him to open them before midnight. So, a little schmoop, after all.