Last Friday night…
Himself: Darling I’m taking you away for our 25th anniversary. Next weekend you and I will use that hotel voucher we won.
Me: Really? Wow I’d love that. It’s five stars!
Himself: You deserve it
Half an hour later…
Himself: There’s no easy way to say this … I’ve championship on Saturday, we’ll have to cancel.
As you can imagine I didn’t cope with the news very well. I think at one point I may have entered the kitchen. Himself looked at me warily, but I held my tongue. Rise above it, I thought, be the bigger person.
Me: Its fine,forget it. I’m over it,okay! (Said in a snarling, I am definitely not okay voice) I may then have banged the door, before shouting NOT!
Such is married life. I sulked and lamented and then saw the bigger picture. We had shared twenty five years of marriage we would have that night away, just not next week. Sigh.
Then joy of joys he tells me our night away is back on. I was so thrilled. He loves me more than GAA football. True love lives even after twenty five years.
Wrong, the match is later than he thought so we can leave early and make it back!
Ah well, I’m not proud and I’m not stupid, so as you read this I am off to be wined and dined. I’m sure the minor detail of our twenty five year union will come up at some stage and those who know me will know there will be wine. Hopefully the twenty five years was worth it for this. I’ll let you know, if I ever come back.
Luxury here I come. Whoops I meant here we come!