My parents are in their mid-70s. My dad married her when she was 16 and he was 18. She is English (from England — they grow up faster in Europe); he was in the Army stationed in England. They had 4kids by the time she was 23 and we came to the States in 1962.
Fast-forward 47 years now and my parents have been married 55years. 15 years ago, they both retired and moved to Oregon to live in a retirement community out in the country. He wears a hearing aid, but never puts it in. I think he does so he doesnt have to listen to her nagging.
They are so bored with each other, especially during winter months when its cold and they cant go outside. They just bought a big screen TV and my dad sits in front of it and pretends to watch it. Most of the time hes napping, and hell watch anything. Hes faking out my mom so she thinks hes busy doing something. Because if hes not doing anything, she will find something for him to do, which he doesnt want to do. This is the game they play with each other.
Hes a neat-nick. So when she takes something out to bake something, or sew something, or shes looking for something. Shell go to the bathroom and come back and my dad already has it all put away. This drives her crazy. He now gets mad if she wants to do things like rearrange the furniture, or repaint a room or the house, or wash the car. Mostly anything strenuous, because that means that she is going to start it; he will feel guilty for not helping her with it; she will get tired and hes going to end up finishing it. This is another game they play.
They pick on each other all the time. She nags him and he ignores her. When hes had enough of her nagging, hell yell at her and shell stop. Hes so henpecked, I feel sorry for him. She bitches about him all the time. I tell her to appreciate him while hes still here because she wont have him forever and shell miss him when hes gone, if he goes first. That helps stop her nagging.
They love each other, divorce was never an option. They drive each other crazy but they never give up on each other. They are a team. They finish each others sentences. Sometimes I think, God, I hope I dont end up like them. Other times, I think, God, I hope I do end up like them. Such is life.
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