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Topic: Prosperity (05/11/06)
TITLE: For Better Or Worse
By Edy T Johnson
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There is nothing so annoying, when Iím mad as a wet hen, than to have a husband grinning , as if Iím joking! He just stares at me, until he can no longer restrain himself. A little smile gets past his resolve and his stifled chuckling begins to explode into his funny laugh, while my squawking goes into crescendo fortissimo.
Iíve always had a short fuse. Iím usually not one to simmer and stew. I blow up, but itís quickly over. But, that sudden flare sends alarms even to me. Then Iím meek, I canít believe I lost it again, and Iím sorry as can be.
I believe in being honest about my feelings. I donít hide the abundance of my emotions. Iím transparent to a fault, itís just the way I am. If I love you, youíll know it! [If I canít stand you, Iíll stay away.] No mystery about it, what you see is what you get! But, I keep trying to be better.
When I was a teenager, my mom told me I needed to learn to be more mysterious (like she was, and like my younger sister, she said)! She actually told me, ďNobody ever has to wonder whatís going on inside YOUR head. Itís always written all over your face! Youíre as plain as an old meatball!Ē
Well, that was a startling assessment. I said nothing, but I already had it figured out that she was wrong. Folks need to know somebody loves them, or somebody is angry with them. Or, whatever. I never was one to play games, like some sneaky women. Probably why marriage dangled just out of my reach all those yearning years. It sure was beyond my doing when I beat the odds for somebody in my age bracket finally getting married for the first time. My sweetheart was so delighted to find me, so thankful in his widowhood that he wouldnít have to spend the rest of his life alone, after all, that he was, thankfully, oblivious to all my faults. Without that type of blindness, Iím afraid Iíd still be single. Or, horrors! married in misery.
So, how did I finally find the one who would, with all his earthly goods, me endow? How did a crab like me get a man so sweet and mild? Heís only raised his voice a couple times in all the years weíve been married, although I certainly would have thought I deserved his wrath a lot more often. Instead, the big teddy bear just leaves for awhile. When I settle down and call him, he claims he checked out because he was scared of me! Isnít that just awful? I donít want to be scary! Iíd much rather be sweet and serene!
Well, I didnít ďfindĒ him, and I didnít ďgetĒ him. I finally gave up, having barked up too many wrong trees over the years. And then, SURPRISE! God had something up His sleeve, after all, and I could hardly believe my good fortune. What a jewel, what a gift He gave me when I allowed Him to do the picking!
Someday, Iíll have to write a poem for my husband. Iíll confess all the above in rhyming, metered lines, just for him. And, Iíll have to end it with the words:
ďSo, whatís the moral of this verse?
I got you for Better, and you got me for Worse!Ē
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