Sunday, May 1, 2011

A Marriage Challenge: Naked on the Couch

The following is from Betsy Gehman in Lynchburg, who is kinda like my mom, but isn't, but is. Anyhow, it's complicated. She sent this little story and I nearly fell out of my chair when I read it, so I thought I'd pass it along. It's really funny.

Last week was my birthday and I didn’t feel very well waking up on that morning.
I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my husband would be pleasant and say, “Happy Birthday!”, and possibly have a small present for me.
As it turned out, he barely said good morning, let alone “ Happy Birthday.”
I thought ...
Well, that’s marriage for you, but the kids ... they will remember.
My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast and didn’t say a word.. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.
As I walked into my office, my handsome Boss Rick, said, “Good Morning, lady, and by the way Happy Birthday! “ It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.
I worked until one o’clock , when Rick knocked on my door and said, “You know, It’s such a beautiful day outside, and it is your Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me.” I said, “Thanks, Rick, that’s the greatest thing I’ve heard all day. Let’s go!”
We went to lunch. But we didn’t go where we normally would go. He chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.
On the way back to the office, Rick said, “You know, It’s such a beautiful day... We don’t need to go straight back to the office, Do We?”
I responded, “I guess not. What do you have in mind?” He said, “Let’s drop by my place, it’s just around the corner.”
After arriving at his house, Rick turned to me and said, If you don’t mind, I’m going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I’ll be right back.” “Ok.” I nervously replied.
He went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, he came out carrying a huge birthday cake. Followed by my husband my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing “Happy Birthday.”
And I just sat there.
On the couch.             


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