For starters,she decides your grooming plan.With the commencement of the main course,she judges your relationship with your family,by desserts she casually ask about your women friends.By the time you have dropped her home,she's worked out a long term plan for your rehabilitation.Of course,she's picked up her share of the tab,for equality of sexes ranks high on her social etiquette.But trust me,that is the last time,she pays for anything.
So,you begin courting and are surprised that she's easy going.She lets you choose your clothes,agrees to your choice of restaurants and movies and befriends all your women friends.
The Transformation :
When the courtship converts to marriage,there's an organic power unleashed which quietly transforms her.Gone is the tolerant ,confirming woman to be replaced by an artist who is hell-bent on bringing a renaissance in your life.Your old friends are either too complex or uncool and any independent social activity will meet with the retort,"Why did you marry me if all you want to do is hang out with your friends?" The most extinct species in your relationship will be your platonic female friends.
The T-Rex may have a chance of reappearing but not them.The reason-she will be crisply cordial to them,because she expects the same reciprocity towards her Male friends.
Many a battle will take place on this battlefield.You will now need to ration your feelings for the rest of world.She decides on the movie,the restaurants,the holiday destinations,the design of the house,your clothes..you pay for her jewellery,put her name in your investment beneficiary,even let the in-laws stay at your place for one month,yet she makes you feel as if you haven't done enough.
True Lies :
The only thing you did without her knowledge was taking toilet breaks,but the dribble on the toilet seat 'reflects your upbringing' . Slowly you seek recourse to that one important glue which holds many a marriage together-the fine art of 'white lies'.
You could smoke a cigarette,spend an idle afternoon with your college mate,link up through Facebook with an old platonic woman friend..only a white lie will help to cover this.Try coming home one day and proclaiming,"Honey ,I'hv decided to take Salsa classes !".
Strangely,the absolute truth is the biggest casualty in a marriage and you realise that lies,deceit and quiet compliance with slow suffering becomes the order of the day.Compromise is king.So why marry and mould yourself,why check into an institution where there's a self-assessment test each day?
Any answers?
Source : extracts of an artical
Interesting,funny and quite true!
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