Thirty two years ago I put my neck out for the Thali(Traditional Necklace given by the Bridgroom similar meaning as wedding ring) and extended my hand, for a ring and I guess that was taken as agreeing with the consensus that we get married.
So we got married thirty two years ago today. We were two giddy youngsters who didn’t really know what we were getting into.
It’s been a heck of ride alright. Regrets? yes plenty. I regret that I didn’t start my taming sooner. I am finding that it is indeed, hard to train old dogs.
Bliss or BS? Well, I would be lying if I said it was all a bliss. But, what would a mother of a two year child say, a two year old with massive tantrums, he is adorable but the tantrums?!!, mm yes her life is not a bliss but she does love her child and her life. Yes, I do feel like that mother at times.
Some times I wonder if I have rocks in my head. But then again I realise that sometimes those rocks appear to be diamonds. But there are those times when they are just the one’s you buy from Bunnings (hardware store) in bulk for your garden.
I don’t think life is never a complete bliss nor a complete disaster. It is what we make of it. In my opinion life is always a working progress. We have our set backs. But then again those set backs teach us what to avoid the next time and how to progress.
This man next to me has let me learn and experience these things, been supportive of what ever I wanted to do or not do. When I want to take up work or studies he has been there with the flag and when I want to quit, again he has been there for that too. Always stood by me in what ever decision I took.
If this man could support me with life changing decisions, I wonder why he can’t be supportive if I want to change the curtains or the paint the wall? Why won’t he then take down the Christmas lights when I ask him to? Ok those are big ticket items I agree, how about just take those darn tissues to the bin. I don’t think those used tissues got wings nor does the breadcrumbs and I am not planning on recycling either of them. Use the dishwasher, don’t eat salami if you are planning on losing weight – wait, it’s me planning on him losing weight, not him, I get it now @@###. Just listening would be a start, big old ears, just for decoration. @@## It’s no bliss listening to his BS day after day.
In the scheme of things I come to realise that these are merely misdemeanors that could be easily pardoned with warnings and sometimes threats. Ahhh!! that’s how he gets away with it every time.
Anyhow, I have come to realise after all this time, that I am a gluten for punishment. So I think I might be hanging around with this man for the rest of my lifetime.
There has been many sunsets and sunrises in the last thirty two years. It has been a wild ride Mr Ganesan. Just like I did thirty two years ago, I am hanging on to my dear life on that pillion seat and never letting it go.
4 thoughts on “Thirty Two Years of Bliss or BS?”
oh how wonderful-congratulations my dear one and may you both enjoy many more years of bliss and may the bs be scarce! love Michele
It seems like with every blessed day that passes by, the love you have for each other becomes stronger and stronger. Wishing you a wonderful anniversary and many more beautiful anniversaries to come. May your union forever remain blessed!!!!!!!
Thank you so much for your wishes. And glad to connect with you
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