I was musing about relationships, friendships and marriage with The Dutchman the other night. I suppose I am a bit of an old cynic when it comes to the 'Till Death Do Us Part ' stuff. I mean that was what my parents' generation did and good for them too. My parents will have been married for 47 years on June 17th, quite an achievement. In a way it was easier for them as it was not only expected of them but they did not have the money to flipping separate. Especially my folks, four kids in five years...even if they had wanted to they had no chance.
During subsequent generations all sorts of things happened to facilitate the divorce rate such as greater independence in women with the advent of the pill, greater opportunities to travel. The breakdown of the close family unit due to cheaper and easier transport, ie; the motor car. Oh man I have opened a real can of wriggly things now... Hey this is not going to be one of those preachy Blogs of mine. If you want to learn about late 20th Century history then switch on BBC4.
It is so hard to maintain a relationship in the busy world that is now. Lets face it, mobile phones and the Internet haven't made it any easier for the traditional marriage to survive. This is of course due (she says in her most pious manner) to the inability of the male of the species to work a Zip! No seriously, its a minefield out there. I desperately want to solve this problem because I DON'T want a traditional marriage so what is the point in dating if you are just going to get bored, frustrated and cynical? I think I have come up with a solution....
Make all marriages fixed term contracts! Simple. When you get married, sign up for a minimum term. Okay so you've met the partner of your dreams and you are still suffering from that well known mental illness, also known as L-O-V-E. Most people get married during the time they are still infected so to protect your interests, only sign up for a certain amount of time.
Say you both sign up for five years, when fours years and five months comes around she will either be thinking 'Hmm time to shave the legs, lose a few pounds and break out the La Perla undies' or ' thank god I only have 7 months to do as if I have to make him one more cup of tea, I'll throw it over him'. Similarly, can you imagine the conversation down the pub between blokes.
Bloke One - I've got three months to push, I'm definitely not going to renew, a new singles site has come on line and I've registered with them.
Bloke Two - I wish you luck mate but I renewed last year because she lets me watch the Footie, brings me tea in bed and is a great cook. I'm still young so have decided to take a two year option with benefits. She did warn me though that if I keep leaving the top off the toothpaste, she'd have me for breach of contract.
Bloody funny.. but think about it? Is it any worse than what we are up against right now? We call ourselves a civilised society but believe me divorce is as about as civilised as a bull fight. Failing that we could all become Mormons and have sister wives to sort the hubby out when you are not in the mood. Hmmm....now theres a thought!
Namaste
Muse x
Addendum to Post - This Blog does not wish to offend those that are at the 'Truely, Madly, Deeply' stage or the 'Pipe, Slippers, Cuddles and Togetherness stage'. xxx
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