It’s been a week of tears. It seems I have many reasons to be sad, yet I persevere. The one I love is minutes from me physically, but infinitely far emotionally. Joel Osteen had a podcast about choosing the types of memories you dwell on this week. You have good and bad memories, each affecting the brain in different ways.
I’ll think on memories that make me smile.
There were many moments in my marriage where I pondered if we’d be a reality show success. We were comical! I am as stubborn as a mule and used to getting my way. He is an arrogant african that struggled with traditional role reversal. We argued over nonsense most of the time.
Hubby’s first job was at Walmart. I so admire his work ethic. I am married to a tech genius who has not been able to work in his field since his arrival. His dreams of owning a business inspired me. Reality was just not catching the vision.
I was late picking him up one evening. I don’t even remember why. He was furious. So furious that he had bought a bike to ride about twelve miles home. Lol! I wonder how long that would’ve taken.
When I arrived at the Walmart he was sitting outside with the bike sulking. I hope I apologized, but that’s a toss up given my personality then. He began to ride the bike to the main road and I’m following him in the car with the hazard lights flashing. I am driving at a snail’s pace yelling at him to get in the car and he just keeps on pedaling occasionally yelling back. I was on the phone with my sister who was laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. It’s close to midnight and we’re acting like two lunatics.
The road began to have an incline. He was struggling, but he was determined not to lose the argument. I tried logic. We were in Chesterfield and had to stop the madness before the cops noticed. Logic didn’t work so I went back to yelling out the window. Sure enough the police pulled us over. He seemed unsure of how to begin questioning us. I after all was following a man on a bike. “Is everything ok,” he asked. I looked at Godwin who was looking at me. You know that youthful I told you so song, it was killing me not to be able to sing it. I replied by telling it all. “Officer I’m trying to get my husband to get in the car so we can go home, but he refuses.” I wonder what his thoughts about us were as he looked from me to Godwin.
Finally Godwin had to yield to circumstances and get in the car. We returned the bike and went home like somewhat normal people.
In those days anger didn’t linger for weeks or months. It was short-term because I married a peacekeeper. I miss those days. I miss arguments over stupid things that can’t destroy marriages. I’m choosing only to remember what makes me laugh right now because it lessens the burdens of my heart. I can close my eyes and travel back to this moment as I doze off smiling.
May every person who is blessed to be with their spouse this holiday throw their heads back and laugh from their souls!
The Unconventional Life 
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