I know I have admitted this before, but uh, I sort of like Dr. Phil. I know! He is crazy and loud and probably a complete fake, but I like it when people who need to get yelled at get yelled at. It's the same reason I like Judge Judy and why Anthony likes the WWE. Sometimes, you just need to see someone get their ass handed to them to feel better about your own life.
Anyway, Dr. Phil had on newlyweds who were heading for divorce or whatever. The show set up a gameshow of sorts for the couples to compete for prizes and Phil analyzed their relationships as they interacted with each other during each task. It was painful watching the couples bicker and fight and generally hate each other's very existences. But it made me happy in a perverse way, because my marriage is nothing like that. I mean, we bicker and argue and pick at each other and if there were ever two moodier people who decided to join themselves together for life, I don't know who they are, but still. At the center of it all, at the beginning and the end of every conversation, every interaction, we like each other.
That was decidedly missing in the couples' interactions on the show today--I was left with the sense that these people didn't like each other, let alone care about each other or love each other. It's missing from several of the relationships I see around me these days and it makes me profoundly sad. The best part of any day is schmooping it up with Anthony. And the worst part of any day is when one of us has to go to work and leave the other behind. I cannot imagine tying myself legally to someone I wanted to set on fire day in and day out.
Five years ago this week, I was sitting in my house in Warrensburg, IMing with a boy in Michigan about the heat and how I was tired of making safe decisions and never taking any real risks. Five months from then, we met in Chicago. Twelve months after that night, I moved to Detroit. Two years after that chat, we got married. And now, here we are, in our little (not-so) pink house.
Happy.
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