Friday, November 10, 2006

HEADS UP!

I’m always surprised to hear stories where women throw things when they are fighting. Typically at a man. Is this standard woman behavior? Should I be expecting this overwhelming surge of fury to happen one day? Do you just hit a point where you shrug and think, “And now it is time to pitch sharp household items at the person I married. Watch out kids.”

I had dinner with Trainwreck this week and he likes to spend a portion of the time complaining about his wife, Geisha. They fight like crazy. I know both of them but I don’t really have a side. They are both ridiculous. I can’t get past the fact that they have millions of dollars, healthy adorable children, and nothing to complain about. I guess they fight so they do. The reason for their current unhappiness always falls on deaf ears. I wonder what they would do if they had real problems.

In a recent argument, Geisha decided throwing silverware, including knives, would be the best way to work out her anger. Trainwreck hid in a closet like a little girl and called the cops. She was then arrested for domestic abuse. I thought this shit only happened in trailer parks. Nope. Stuffy residential areas where the best deal is a $5 million dollar spread have the same trash. I bet this impressive display gave the neighbors something to talk about. If her intention was to kill him, why didn’t she just put shredded glass in his take-out like a normal woman? Hello? Problem solved before his next digestion.

You may ask...why was she so mad? Something about the tiles selected for their new pool. Why did he call the cops? So he can have something against her if she tries to take the children away. Why doesn’t she leave him? Because she’d only have half his money and nothing to complain about. Why doesn’t he leave her? He never would. So home sweet home. At least they have enough money to pay for the therapy their children will need.

I know marriage is tough, but come on! This is just insane.

I am constantly worried about acting like a crazy woman. I’m obsessed with it actually. To the point that it probably makes me nuts. I enter most situations thinking, is this what a crazy woman would do? I assume it is because it's our nature so then I automatically do the opposite.

I think throwing knives is pretty much as sister-psycho as it gets. This means in a similar situation where I was as enraged, instead of taking out the silverware, I would stop myself, act calm, apologize for yelling, tell him I loved him and that he was perfect, set up a fund overseas to drain different accounts, find myself a good lawyer, and figure out a way to force him into an affair for blackmail. (If he was already having one, the last task would be real simple.) The kids would still need therapy but at least they wouldn’t suffer from shell shock when kitchen utensils were used.

See, I’m totally sane! Oh boy….I would never actually go to such measures, but just in case, I better stick with single life and no children.

3 Comments:

At 8:35 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

I gotta tell ya Dubs, you witnessed marriage first hand with these two. Print and save this post for when you THINK you are SO in love you MUST get married. NEVER forget how fucked up it will ultimately get, no matter how blissful the moment is when you decide this is the ONE. When that monogompous bug grabs hold of your ass and you think a marriage license will lock something in, read this post again. When you think you need MORE in life and think it might be a husband and kids, read this post again. If you ever want to be completely helpless, locked in battle where the only solution is poverty or a fork in the eye, forget all about this post and get married. Life will be nothing but day in and day out asking yourself, "What the fuck have I done?" You have taught yourself the most valuable of life's lessons in this blog today...Heed your own warning!

 
At 12:04 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's either crazy or boring, I guess some people like to make things a little nuts in order to avoid the boring...

 
At 7:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

As always, well said Intol. It's so pathetic that the only thing you can say is I wish someone would have warned me, but the truth is, the warnings are all around. My mother's favorite 98 MPH kitchen item was an iron pot from the 15th century. I'd rather be disemboweled than clocked with this thing. Print this post out, put it on your bathroom mirror so that you are reminded everytime you take a crap that that is exactly what marriage is.

 

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