For better, or for worse…

For better, or for worse…

 

 

 

For better or for worse.I suppose that during a wedding ceremony the ” Official” conducting the marriage injects that little gem of ” For better, or for worse” as a prelude about what’s to come. All of us have to make exceptions to our lives rules when we take on a spouse. For men, it’s usually the acceptances of an extra 35 to 40 pounds of”Pushen Cushion” to his lovely brides backside! For women it’s the acceptance of pot bellies, and bald spots the size of a Buick! But for the Man that takes on a woman with a known case of arachnophobia, all preconceived notions of marital bliss are SHOT! Not three days into our marriage my husband caught a glimpse of things to come. I was pulling clothes out of the dryer when I spotted a BLACK TARANTULA ON MY ARM!!(again, fear magnifies objects, this is MY story therefore I say it WAS a TARANTULA) I screamed a scream. A blood curdling, I’m being attacked with a machete, scream! My dashing new husband drops what he is doing, runs to my aid only to find that the BLACK TARANTULA was nothing more than one of my false eyelashes! We have been blissfully married for nearly two years now, and in that time I have come to know his “Eye roll” very well. The slight smile, the shaking of his head as he walks away. Oh yes,I have come to know it very well! He in turn has come to learn the many variations and tones of my screams. Shrieking scream= TARANTULA. Woot-Woot-Whoa= TARANTULA. Silent scream=TARANTULA.Wild, maniacal scream=TARANTULA. Yet through it all, he has maintained his easygoing, nothing phases me demeanour. Always at the ready for when a TARANTULA should find its way into our home. For better or for worse Darling…

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  1. yes I know her screams well. you all think she is just making this up. I’m here to tell you she is actually not kidding

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