This summer my Aunt M and Uncle D celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary. I sent them a funny anniversary card, belatedly of course (is there any other way?).
On the front of the card was a black and white photo of an elderly couple. The text said something along the lines of "What three words are the key to a long and happy marriage?"
Any ideas? Anyone? Anyone? (I'm channeling Ben Stein in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.)
Open up the card and the answer is: Let's eat out.
How true is that?
I bet you thought that I was going to say that the answer was: I love you.
I have to admit, I love it when my husband suggests that we go out to eat or get carry out to eat at home. It's nice to not have to decide what to have for dinner, prepare it, and then clean up afterward. Dinner out makes me happy.
But honestly, what would make me happier would be if my husband would say "I love you." I know that he loves me, but he never says it unless we're talking on the phone, and then he usually says "I love you" at the end of our conversation. Unfortunately this telephone "I love you" doesn't have any emotion behind it -- it seems like a throwaway phrase that he knows he's supposed to say rather than something that he actually means.
I sincerely cannot remember that last time my husband told me that he loves me. When I had my colonoscopy this summer, I thought maybe he would squeeze my hand or kiss my forehead and tell me that he loved me before they wheeled me away. No. Stupidly I had the same unrealistic expectation just a few weeks later when I had my gall bladder surgery. Still no.
At this point, I've given up on hearing those three little words. I guess I'll just have to be content to go out to eat. : /
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