It is not easy to escape the trap called societal pressure. The society has given every person a status. And I recently graduated from “when are you getting married” to “when are you going to have babies?”
So yes, I got married roughly a quarter of a year ago, and I am not keeping a tab of every month that we are completing together. That is cumbersome. And I read somewhere that relationships are supposed to be effortless!
I have always seen couples around me complaining about their marital life. And I was, honestly, very scared of that. I am still scared of what we might get reduced to after living together for a long time – but for now, I am making hay while the sun is shining. I have always supported the concept of living-in before settling down with someone, but I never got an opportunity to do it myself. Having said that, I am loving every bit of living with my bae. I basically love to spend all my time with him, so that is why he still has not become a pain to me.
To all my unmarried friends, matrimonial life is not about humping all day at all. It is not about being lovey-dovey and mushy either. It’s just like you start living with a person and sharing your personal space and time. And that is pretty straight forward.
One huge lesson I have learned is that you really don’t have to say anything once you have married. Your spouse will only hear what they want to hear.
Building a home together
It’s a new home we are setting up, like almost every other newlyweds. It’s obviously a dream home, and both of us put our heart and soul in it. And it’s not a war for us. I do my own things, he does his own. My bae is a complete feminist. For him, the concept of gender-specific roles is no existent. He shops – shops for things that we would never ever use or maybe don’t even need because there is always a good deal on it, somewhere on the internet.
Before I got married, I had no idea that there is a wrong way of putting back the condiment bottles back in the fridge. Also, organizers – all sort of them – cover a significant part of the house.
The food talk
I will put it straight – food battle is a real deal. And it’s not about who is cooking what. It is about who is eating the last slice of pizza and how are we going to share the last piece of our favourite cheesecake. The solution to this distribution is never “half-half”.
Our kitchen is a happy place now. I cook and he does the rest of the work like cleaning and organizing. But we don’t enter into each other’s territory.
Me: [boiling water]— ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ ᴡ ᴋᴏʀᴘɪ (@kwkorpi) March 31, 2018
Wife: No, not like THAT!
The kitchen space can actually define your married life. For me, marriage is basically the living set up where he always stands in front of the kitchen cabinet or drawer (doing his own silly stuff) that I want to open. No value addition to household chores, just standing there testing my patience!
I am completely averse to grocery shopping. And he loves it. He hoards things. Our house is always prepared for all kind of disaster. Why? Because there is always food for 20 years. And thus, our event calendar is basically full of reminders of the expiration dates of the huge amount of stuff that he has stored in the fridge and the pantry – and I hate this hoarder.
But the good thing about marriage is compromising with our choices. If he wants to have Chinese food and I want to have tacos, we both compromise and order tacos. So yes, life is good there.
First of all, “what do you want to watch” is a rhetorical question. You can never have a right answer to this question. And trust me, we start our Friday nights browsing what to watch, browse for 100 hours and then end up sleeping without watching anything.
That reminds me, this is the first time in my entire life that I am taking “Netflix and Chill” literally. We start movies/series together and I never reach the end. My priorities are on point. I sleep. But we still have to watch them together. *sigh*
Weekends are so different from pre-marital life. Earlier, we used to look forward to our weekends – going out for parties and dinners and dates. Now our weekends are so sorted. We stay in bed, eat our favourite snack and browse the food storage section of Amazon and Target on our laptops.
Also, weekends are the time when he does the hottest thing. He cancels our plans of going out without talking about them and nothing can beat that! Lazy weekends are the key to a happy married life – sooner you learn it, the better it is!
I am sure my other half is going to come back with his whims after reading this. And I can not wait to share them!
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