An issue threatened to spiral out of control and imperil my marriage. My wife and I were talking, talking, talking...
And then I stepped forward, took her in my arms, and kissed her. Hard and energetically.
Bent her glasses. She didn't mind.
The issue dissolved.
Marriage is first and foremost physical. It is sweaty sex, and personal smell that should not be masked by deodorant.
Marriage is not a spiritual union of angels.
Marriage is not an intellectual union of professors. (I used to be a professor, and writing that made me want to puke...UGH.)
Marriage is not ballet.
Marriage is wrestling
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I love that, Andrew! I've seen that happen on the big screen but never have tried it or had it happen to me in life. I think that is certainly a great way to deescalate an argument and elevate our passion (in a good sense) for our spouses. Thanks for sharing this intimate moment with all of us!
ReplyDeleteThat was a "John Wayne" moment there!
ReplyDeleteConsidering how well I know you both?
ReplyDeleteDayam.
Sometimes a good kiss, a really good "I saw this in a movie" kiss is pretty much ALL a girl wants. And NEEDS.
You're talking real life here. "Marriage is not ballet. Marriage is wrestling." I get that. Thanks, Andrew.
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