So, I may have stopped blogging, or at least taken a hiatus of sorts, but I still do read my regular ones. I read Utopia a few days ago and was smiling to myself at her NEED to blog at these inane moments. I was seized by one such moment last night. Well after Hubby and I had tucked in for the night. But I didn't. Then. So here I am.
Well, it goes like this. Hubby and I are still, relatively speaking, newly weds. I've been told you are called that for your first year of marriage. So we are still finding our feet around this awesome institution. And may I add, we are loving it. Yes, I have taken for speaking on behalf of the Hubby. He doesn't get a word in these days. But he was forewarned, by his father, a man well conditioned to marriage and its implications.
Any-hoo, I digress. So, we are newly weds and I'm still adjusting to the fact that the Hubby likes his socks to be kept next to his shoes in the shoe rack (open shoe rack, if you may) and not in the socks drawer, while the Hubby is learning that I take half hour to bathe. He has proposed keeping a blanky and pillow in the bathroom cupboard, such a drama queen I tell you.
So in the midst of all this adjusting, just when we think we have finally settled into peaceful co-existence, we get the news of some friend going through a divorce and it rattles our world. And believe you me, this is happening at regular intervals and waaayyy too frequently for our liking. And it scares the living daylights out of us.
So yesterday, I heard rumours about this amazing couple, who a friend suspects, have parted ways and when he told me about it, I was genuinely dumbfounded. It really did not make any sense. But then again, when have matters of the heart been ruled by logic?
When the Hubby got back from work, I told him about it and he really didn't know what to say. As I said, we've been hearing about far too many such incidents for our liking. So, we talked, he was tired, we had a nice home cooked meal and tucked in for the night. Except, I just couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned all night examining our marriage, checking for fissures, making sure we were doing everything right, wondering if I could have been more understanding when he needed to nod off in the afternoon after having woken up at noon or if he could understand that I usually use abuses as terms of endearment and a thousand other such moments. I swear I didn't get a wink of sleep. I watched the sun rise (which, BTW is awfully early these days, half five for chrissakes) and that's when I NEEDED to blog.
I needed to blog about these fears and insecurities and these stories of friends falling apart and why he didn't hug me while sleeping tonight and just when I had made up my mind to get out of bed and vent, he reached for my hand, pulled it over himself, turned around and grunted off to sleep.
I decided to stay and enjoy what I wanted to blog about.
