We’ve been married for exactly 13 weeks now. How is married life so far?
Awesome. Really awesome.
I have to admit, dating for 5.5 years before marriage gave me the complacency that I knew everything about him. Apparently not. There are so many things that I learned about him and made me love him even more. Sounds cheesy but it’s true. Let me give you some examples:
1) He enjoys doing the laundry.
This was seriously a culture shock for me. Growing up in my family, my mother had always told my sisters and me that wives should always be the ones to settle the laundry. So one day when I came home from work and found the laundry done, I was pleasantly surprised. But since the husband enjoys doing it, heh heh why not.
2) He leaves surprises in the fridge.
Before we got married, he used to leave surprises (especially food!) on the shoe rack outside my parents’ house. Now that we are staying in the same house, it made perfect sense to leave it in the fridge, no? So far he has left countless teh-o ais limau, sambal ikan bilis buns and of course my favourite baked beef balls from Pizza Hut. Which explains the gradual weight gain. Chet.
3) He has OCD.
I am not joking about this. I knew that he was meticulous and all but this, was really unexpected. For instance, my husband segregates his inner shirts to two categories: for work and for sleep. But the thing is, all his inner shirts are exactly the same. Exact same brand and colour. So far he is the only one who is able to differentiate them. In my attempt to be a good wife, I tried. I gave up.
Don’t get me started on how he stocks up on deodorant and arranges them in the bathroom according to ‘first in first out’ eh.
Honestly, it took quite a while for me to adjust staying with my in-laws. Don’t get me wrong, I am fortunate to have a sporting FIL who is always concerned about my well-being and a SIL whom I can get along with. But the thing is, the house gets too quiet at times. Back in my parents’ house, it was never a dull moment because my mother is at home all the time and my sisters would keep the house ‘alive’ with their squabbles and whatnots. There are times I would tear when I’m alone at home, thinking what my family members must be doing. Are they all in the living room watching Raja Lawak? Are they sitting in front of the tv, eating dinner?
When that happens, I always remind myself that this is part and parcel of life. My mother had gone through the same thing 28 years ago when she married my father. My sisters would eventually have to go through the same thing as well. I guess, this is all part of growing up 🙂