Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Love, Attraction and Obedience

In married life, no news is bad news.So, I decided to use my Saturday morning breakfast to have a talk with my husband. "Loy, I don't seem to remember when we got married, I said the wedding vows were 'love, suck and obey.'" "What are the results of the Japanese research on whales?" he replied, flipping through an animal welfare report. "Roy, did you hear what I just said?" He chewed his cereal with relish and spilled the milk. "They killed so many whales, why didn't they even have a statement? Did they suddenly find out that whales can tap dance and count?"

"Brilliant! You didn't even hear me ask you 'did you hear what I just said'!" NOTE: Never talk to a man when there is a newspaper, sports program or file within a mile! "What?" I almost never yell at my husband, so he looks up at me confused and aggrieved. "You don't help me with housework anymore!" "What?" His messy hair fell into his eyes, and he looked extremely innocent. "You talk nonsense! Cat." "Loy, the only housework you've done for me lately is when your brother brought his new wife over to our house, put the monitor we used to monitor the crib under the spare bed in the operating room, and eavesdropped on them having sex. I I want to ask you, seriously, how old are you?"

He answered me with a "pleasant" hiccup. "I've always hoped that one day you'd grow up and realize that hiccups aren't an after-dinner speech," I sigh, putting the newspaper in the recycling bin. "My requirements for life, now only please give me a hygienic bathroom and toilet environment, don't spill urine on the toilet lid when going to the toilet, don't throw underwear on the bathroom floor after taking a shower... You are just like An animal that wants to mark its sphere of influence!" "We've got someone to clean it, haven't we?"

"So what? We still have to tidy up before people can clean! Besides, she only comes once a week and you're making a mess every day!" "Where?" He smiled lazily. "I don't see any mess!" "That's my point. Why can you see a woman's bare breasts a hundred miles away but not a dirty sock on the living room floor?" I asked ferociously, clearing away his breakfast plate. . "Also, the care of the children..." "Hey! It's not fair to say that! I help with children's affairs. For example, at Jenny's birthday party last time, I brought the retired shepherd dog over. It made every child sit obediently in their seats."

"That's right, you're doing the fun part, and I'm doing the hard work, like forcing them to eat vegetables, brushing their teeth, and…" "I also feed them balanced food." "Yeah! You feed them black and white chocolate and tell them to balance out to gray! Have you ever given them homework?" "The LEGOs I bought were educational." "Yeah! Then you asked me to take the kids to the park so you could spend six hours building a spaceship out of those Legos. And, that was five years ago!" "But you are the best mother, Kathy. Of course a father should have his say in the education and upbringing of his children, but what he should say is: 'Mom is the best! Listen to your mother!'"

I was too anxious to laugh. Those anxious bodies are even bigger than Japanese sumo wrestlers! "Why do I have to ask for leave every time my child is sick?" I hate my shrew-like tone, but I can't stop complaining like the Chinese acrobatic troupe's stacking of arhats, one on top of the other. "Why are the books or soccer shoes in the library missing, and only I can find them?" My mother said these words too much, and I seemed to be watching a karaoke screen, reading a script written by someone else. "I also have something to do..." "Roy, I've been waiting two months for you to put Jamie's bed together."

"I'll put it together, okay? I'm a man, and we like pointless challenges." I look at my husband.What he said, as if the Republican Party of the United States said they would do something about global warming, made no sense. "But when? Why not do it today? Also, you can wash the dishes. You know, pots and pans don't degrease, clean, and go back into the cupboard." "My God! It's good to see you so motivated today!" "Hey! I want you to help from now on," I said. In the past, Roy's personality of knowing nothing and not caring about everything was the most endearing to me, and I thought that tone made him so attractive; now the cute flaws have turned into bad eccentricities, which makes my teeth itch!

My husband stood up and wrapped his muscular arms around me. "Of course I'll help, Little Hen. You get out! Have fun." I was about to forgive him, but that made me a popsicle on the spot. "Playing? How can you say that I am going to play? I am going out to buy food for this week!" Since I don't have to go to work today, I'm supposed to take the two kids to get their hair cut, then send one to dance lessons, one to tennis lessons, then pick up clothes from the dry cleaners, rent videos, buy fertilizer for the garden, replace the car. Refueling, shopping for a wedding gift for Roy's brother, buying my regular prescription drugs, and sending the kids to different club activities, one is bowling, the other is rock climbing, and the location is in the middle of the city.

Having to carry a child around is what drives a mother crazy! "I want you to tidy up the house while we're out, okay? I was going to say this is a pigsty, but I'm sure no self-respecting pig would admit it lives here!" The stench from under the couch, I believe a herd of wildebeest died there, but maybe it's just our relationship stinks. At this time, my husband said something that surprised me: "No problem, angel." He also blew me a kiss. My heart, and of course the rest of my body, warmed up from it. I really want to run and tell Jess that she guessed completely wrong!Lowe is neither egocentric nor emotionally incompetent.I voiced my complaints and he listened, compromised and was willing to change.

He is sensitive and caring, he is my dear husband.I don't need to hang my marriage at all! Three and a half hours later, I returned home with my heavy bags. The music was blaring two blocks away, and by the time I got inside the house, the thud of the amplifier was pounding my eardrums. I toss the bag in the hallway and rush into the living room to find Roy frantically circling and strumming his virtual guitar.He can do all kinds of positions, he can play with his back, behind his head, with his teeth, and this guy can even sell his virtual guitar on ebay for fifty pounds! He used my potted plants as other members of the rock band, a standing lamp as a microphone, and a group of fans created by the reflection of the mirror as his audience, and the big singer was roaring the song "Smoke on the Water" at the top of his lungs Lyrics, the lower body pushes obscenely and vigorously forward.

Needless to say, our house was of course "not" as brand new as I thought it would be, instead it was just as chaotic as an Air Force Special Forces training ground! The dirty dishes were still under the sofa, and the Ikea bed was still lying at his feet in its flat plastic wrapping. Seeing me standing at the door, Roy didn't show any embarrassment. He just frantically brushed the non-existent virtual electric guitar, and even knelt down on his knees during a particularly passionate solo. I really wanted to reveal to him a housekeeping secret that all housewives are familiar with-the blood stains left on the carpet after the murder of the husband can be easily removed by adding starch and water. "What have you been doing all this time?" "Uh... I cleaned it up." "Clean? Look at that rotting mouse on the coffee table. It has already produced enough bacteria to devour a child. How dare someone say he cleaned it? Hmph!" “Need me to use a presentation app to show you whether empty orange juice cans should go in the fridge or in the trash? Power points should be helpful, right?” "Any husband who watches sports for four hours on the couch should have his big ass hoisted and is responsible for any damage. Am I clear enough?" "It seems that poor me has to do it myself. Anyway, which thing didn't I do?" So I squatted down and unpacked the IKEA bed and started poring over the assembly manual. "Please take out the Phillips head (Phillips head) screwdriver..." I suddenly opened the lid of the toolbox and looked at the unintelligible tools. Which one is Philip?How could he be so masochistic, willingly using his head against furniture? "Oh, okay!" Roy reluctantly turned off the music, canceling the imaginary concert. "If you help me, it shouldn't take us long to put the bed together." Three hours later, I finally understood that Mr. Ikea and his L-shaped Allen wrench are more harmful to marriage than cheating! These are supposed to be renamed Divorce Bookshelves, the problem is, they're not supposed to be bookshelves, they're supposed to be Jamie's bed, which just doesn't look like it. After a half dozen fights, I finally found a good use for my Phillips head screwdriver - it's the perfect tool for stabbing a spouse! Roy was so annoyed that he grabbed the whiskey, frustrated I thought I needed something stronger, like a paint remover. "Let's do this!" I gave up, "Let's find a babysitter to watch the child, and go out and talk tonight." "Go out? Where? I hate going out. Those restaurant menus have to use sixty words to describe a dish, but what is served is just a dish with celery leaves on the bottom and a few pieces of basil stuck on the back of a dead frog. Know what the hell. Casey, I don't want to go out, besides, what do we have to talk about?" "Well... I don't know either. How about our impending divorce?" The next day is my birthday. We women all know that mother's birthday is less important than a guinea pig. But we're still wishful thinking, how nice would it be if someone could come to bedside with a cup of cold tea and burnt toast to show it off?Even from a child, it is very sweet. For Roy's birthday, I would buy presents, wrap the kids' presents, design a birthday dinner, bake a heart-shaped birthday cake, and serve him like a Turkish sultan. However, at noon that day, there was still no movement at home, so I had no choice but to speak: "I'm not looking forward to light flying machines spraying 'I love you, Kathy' in the sky, or neon spelling sweet words over Piccadilly Circus. But if I could wish my birthday with a flower or two It's nice to be happy, too. You at least reminded the kids?" When Lowe told me that he forgot and didn't buy any presents, I knew he was just delaying the goodies until the end, and he must have planned a birthday party full of surprises! At nine o'clock in the evening, I began to have doubts; at ten o'clock, a little more doubts; at eleven o'clock, I began to panic; "I told you a long time ago that I didn't buy any presents." He replied doubtfully. "But I thought you were joking! How could you spend twelve months searching through 500 websites for the electronic product you want, and you remember the price of each one clearly, but you don't remember you?" Madam's birthday?" "It's not my fault I don't remember, who told you not to hint at me often! Did you sit on the bed and scream, 'Where's my birthday breakfast'? Nope. You put it on the kids' calendar in the kitchen, put Is this great day circled with a red pen? No. Besides, when I look at you who are young and lovely every day, how can I remember that you are one year older, and today is your birthday?" He flattered. What a brilliant trick! But I'm already thinking that Roy and I are actually different shoots. If life was a bed sheet, Lowe was a king size, and I was an extra small crib...   God!I have degenerated to the point where I use household items as metaphors when I even use analogies. What the hell is wrong with me? There was only one last path left for me, and that was to sulking. I decided to fight him coldly! For the next five days, I ignored him while I made him breakfast and slept with my back turned to him. A week went by and I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, as did my two kids. We seemed to be walking on eggshells, the tension in the air seemed to be palpable, and the cat at home looked at me from above, as if to say: What's next? By Friday night, I just couldn't take it anymore. "Oh Roy, honey," I said, whimpering. "What?" He only gave me the most peripheral attention. "Let's make it up! I can't take it, Roy. The tension, the worry, the atmosphere, I cry myself to sleep every day." He just looks at me. "what?" God!He didn't know that I was in a cold war with him!

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