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Living La Vida Loca

July 14th, 2008

Last week was pretty awful. I can’t really explain the reasons for all the frowny faces here in public. Suffice to say that it was work-related and that I’m still employed.

It was no fun for Vic either, as her dad went to the hospital last Monday with breathing difficulties. It turned out to be less dire than we’d feared, but he’s at the age at which a trip to the hospital means that you need to drop what you’re doing and be there.

And so Vic was gone for nearly an entire week offering support to her mom. She didn’t get home until early Sunday evening.

Normally, I’m thrilled when I get a day or two completely to myself. It’s not Vic is keeping me from anything, but I welcome the freedom of just doing whatever I want whenever I want. A week, however, was a bit much.

After a while, I began to feel if perhaps a prediction we’d once made had come true. In response to the oft-repeated, irrational rant that same-sex weddings would somehow destroy the institution of marriage*, we’d jokingly theorized that as more gays wed, we ourselves would become a little less married each day. By the end of the process, we wouldn’t be divorced, but simply no longer together.

You see, you see? Less than three weeks from when Sulu picked up his marriage license, and already it was like I’d suddenly reverted to bachelorhood without the necessity of death or legal separation.

And it was amazing how quickly I turned back the clock. I didn’t cook one damned thing the entire week. I started keeping strange hours. I didn’t make the bed, and soon began sleeping on the sofa instead. (The latter started out as a back-related thing, but later I think I was regressing to kidhood, specifically those days when I’d stay up all hours watching TV in the family room from the fold-out couch.)

Still, it became a bit much by the end of the week, so I’m very glad to have Vic back.

*At least, destroy it more efficiently than does the prevalence of dumbfucks marrying dumbfucks, or even worse, otherwise smart folks marrying dumbfucks. Not to mention people marrying for unplanned pregnancies, green cards, health insurance, or (ironically) trying to pretend that they aren’t homosexual.

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