Eating, rarely drinking, and being married

I see it all the time: the wife gushing about how sweet her husband is on her blog. The husband cutely telling his wife how much he loves her on Facebook, even if they’re sitting next to each other on the couch at home. In our lives, we have to wade through what we see to find the truth. So what is married life really like?


Not so much of that second thing these days.

Mac and I tend to be homebodies. Folks might even call us boring (hell, my friends have called us boring). We partied a lot in college and settled into domesticity rather easily, much to the chagrin of our friends. For example: two weekends ago, we spent Saturday evening drinking wine and watching my new favorite show, “Mountain Monsters.” Basically, rednecks building traps and shooting guns at Bigfoot. This past weekend, we cleared our schedules for a marathon leading up to a new season of “Buying Alaska.” We also took notes for our future log cabin home. Our Netflix account gets quite the workout.

It’s pretty easy to see why I don’t link up with the bloggers who post about their crazy night at the bar or a night out painting the town red. Every weekend would involve going out to eat once or twice, a shopping trip here or there, and lots of sitting around the apartment.



We’re also cool and take pics of each other sitting on the couch.

Mac works really hard, and I try to encourage him to take time for stuff that he likes. He enjoys playing video games, so I don’t nag when he turns on his Xbox. I don’t ask how long he’s going to play (unless we genuinely have something to do). Our convos tend to be like this:

Me: Haven’t you been playing this game for like three months?
Mac: Yeah, I beat it on normal. Now I want to beat it on hard.

We’ve created a lovely compromise: he turns down the volume and turns on the closed captions, and I read while sitting next to him. It’s a way for us to be together while doing our own hood rat things.

We also don’t really fight, and our fights are about exceedingly pointless things (like our first fight about a cell phone). Generally, if we disagree or have a spat, we exchange a few heated words then apologize once our blood pressures cool down. This isn’t the best way to handle conflict, but it helps to get rid of the emotions right away and to not hold on to any resentment. Most of our conflicts involve lively debates about things like in which time zone the Mayan apocalypse would’ve have started (Central Standard Time, in case you were wondering), if I really need all six copies I own of Titanic (umm, yes), or the correct way to pronounce “sherbet.”

Do you say “bet” or “bert”? Please leave a comment with your thoughts.