Suffering fools gladly
THOSE who ‘suffer’ from the affliction called love often find that when things get complicated and hearts intertwine, they often turn into blubbering fools, simpering simpletons, once the butterflies are let loose. And when it fizzles out they may find themselves looking back, awed at what they put up with and the madness they allowed in their lives.
At what point did you realise that your other half, the love of your life, may have been a tad dimwitted — an ignoramus, a dolt, a half-wit?
The people below share their brush with idiocy on the relationship stage.
Jim, 40:
I blame it on her parents, really, and a very sheltered life growing up, but outside of household chores, she was a well-rounded, intelligent woman. When it came to laundry her solution was to bleach everything that was soiled, and what the bleach spoiled, she would just go to the store and buy replacement clothes.
Jonathan, 32:
We bought our house, a brand new house, and within months we had to call the plumber because of a blockage in the kitchen sink. He fixed it, and within weeks I was calling him again. I couldn’t understand what the problem was, and even had my lawyer write a letter to the developers because I thought they had sold us a lemon. But one day I witnessed my wife shoving rice grains down the drain with her hands, and realised what was happening. She would actually remove the drain basket from the kitchen sink after washing up, and shove the waste down the drain. Her excuse? She thought we had a garbage disposal like the ones she saw on TV.
Brittney, 25:
He asked if there was nothing I could do to stop my period permanently, as it was “highly inconvenient” and he found “the entire monthly ritual repulsive”. Mind you, this was a college student, a man who had three sisters. He was dunce, yes, but I was even duncer for staying with him a whole other year after that.
Monique, 33:
He spent the whole night arguing with me over the presence of the urethra, insisting that women only had one exit point for both their periods and urine. When I told him to google it he refused, saying that he got a one in CSEC biology, and did a whole semester of biology in college. When I googled it myself and showed him, he said Google was wrong and I couldn’t trust modern science, and he had been “down there” enough times to know my anatomy.
