Husband Clothes

Oh my, look at this article in Time magazine about depression after marriage. Who’d a guessed that this is so common? One lady in the article is quoted as saying that she was crying before guests even left the reception! Doesn’t that seem odd? Maybe not. But I was way happy at my wedding, despite that even there my husband did a BUNCH of dumb stuff. This included:

1. Insisting on peeking at me right before the wedding because I had begged him not to–per superstitions. (I don’t believe superstitions, but follow the really important ones nonetheless, you know, just in case. My husband enjoys making fun of this, and it REALLY makes me mad!)
2. Hiding the flower that went on his tux. My husband insisted that “real men don’t wear flowers.” The problem is that not just anyone decided that flower should go on his tux. My AUNT SELMA decided the flower should go on the tux. She helped me plan the wedding. It quickly became clear that I would be allowed to choose to things: my dress and the colors at the wedding. Outside of this I had only one request: there must be NO SINGING at my wedding. So, right before I walked down the aisle, I was very surprised to hear not ONE but TWO solos–opera-style singing by the way.  (Aunt Selma explained that really this wasn’t “singing” because these songs are fundamental to any wedding, not “extra” like most songs.) Anyway, I’m not sure I can adequately explain the issues it would have caused for my husband to avoid wearing the flower…But suffice to say, if Aunt Selma pins a flower on your tux, it’s NOT a good idea to not remove it.
3. When we looped our arms to drink a sip of “wine” (aka grapejuice per my conservative Tennessee childhood church attended by Aunt Selma, which bans alcohol), he somehow ended up turning me around backwards. Considering my husband’s social graces, I suppose I’m lucky I didn’t end up upside down. In all of those photos, only my back is visible, and my arm looks awkwardly twisted. That’s fine–I’m used to looking like a fool in photos, why would wedding photos be any different from other photos? Thank goodness Aunt Selma made darn sure that my hair and wedding dress looked beautiful from all angles–it takes all of the focus of of my twisted arm.

Oh, I should add that, despite all of the dumb things he did that day, the only thing I remember from the ceremony is this one: Walking up the aisle, I was very worried about how nervous my husband probably felt. He is very shy and up to that day had probably never, ever stood in front of a crowd of people.

So, when I reached the front of the aisle, I looked at him hoping he would look calm. He looked so happy to see me. Then he whispered really, really quietly in Russian the word “krasatvitsa.” That means “beautiful girl.”

Aw. What a nice memory:)

WHOAH, what happened to my review of the article? Uhhhhhh, well, see, it’s in Time Magazine. That means the content is undeniably mainstream. Everyone gets a little disenchanted with their partner. What a relief to know–it’s normal!

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