According to a new study, married couples who fight live longer. The theory is that anger is not bottled inside, slowly disolving the internal organs in a bitter sauce of regret and frustration until one day the pancreas thinks it’s the heart and the brain thinks it’s a tongue and the intestines get delusional. Buckets are kicked.
My husband and I fight. This shouldn’t surprise any couple who has been together longer than six months.
Our fights, like most, are stoopid.
On a night when cooking is out of the question:Where should we eat? Ooh, boy. Especially if one of us says “I don’t care.”
When getting ready for church: I thought you were going to dress the baby! There’s nothing like hitting the road early on a Sunday morning, frustrated with each other. Thankfully, by the time worship begins we are contrite and sorry and feeling like two big dummies.
When a child is sick: Don’t Google rare and horrible diseases! But what if she has Schistosomiasis? Does our insurance cover Schistosomiasis?
Whilst cleaning for guests: A certain person’s inability to focus on things people will see, not the state of the garage floor or under the beds. Kitchen floor? Clean it! Bathroom sink? Get the pound of blue toothpaste outta there! Junk mail and credit card offer shredding? Not so much. Unless you think my mom is going to obtain a Capital One credit card in my name so she can go on a bitchin’ wakeboarding vacation in the Ozarks.
Embarrassing the spouse on one’s blog: Just doing my part to live a long life.
Haha! I read that this morning on Yahoo and I figure my hubs and I will live well into our 100’s! 😉
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Oh dear, I fear my husband and I are going to be short-timers in this world. We rarely fight, and when we do, it’s more of a cold, rational discussion.
My folks, on the other hand, will live to be 200 with the way they go at it.
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If I didn’t already love you, the very act of writing, >i>bitchin’ wakeboarding vacation in the Ozarks would have endeared me to you forever.
You, my friend, make me laugh.
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Rats. Screwed up my weak attempt at writing code.
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Just the fights over naming our kids will hold us well into our nineties!
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It seems like the more upset I get about something the more “stoopid” it was to get mad about in the first place. I am going to live for a looong time!
Some of the best fights are whilst cleaning for guests. Then you open the front door to greet them, grinning. “HI!”
Glad we aren’t the only ones.
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We have our very best arguments getting the four of us out the door for church. Nothing like wanting seconds of communion wine. Thankfully that doesn’t happen too terribly often.
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Someday he’ll thank you 😉
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Oh, yes, the church fights. Almost every Sunday. Because almost every Sunday we are LATE, which drives this woman nuts. And Husband seems to like it. Because then we miss the singing part.
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We rarely fight, but when we do it’s like Mt. Vesuvius erupting. Not that I was there, but like what I imagine.
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What is a “bitchin’ wakeboarding vacation in the Ozarks? I might want to do it? Funny, your Dad and I don’t seemed to fight as much since you kids left the nest!!
Ahh – the cleaning fights – why is it that guys always pick the most mundane out of sight things to clean when people are coming over. It drives me insane!!!
Funny post!