Expectations

Found yet another draft for which I forgot to post. What a surprise.

I've said this countless times. As children, we were sold a lie: (as they ride off into the sunset) And They Lived Happily Ever After.

Bullshit.

Do you like your parents all the time?

Do you like your friends all the time?

Is life easy all the time?

Then why the hell do you think you are going to like you partner all the time?

You pick out the white dress. You find your dream location, the perfect cake, a great caterer (and what you hope) is a great DJ. You plan down to the minutest of details (details, mind you that only YOU know about but that is a lesson for another time). You stress, you whine, you cry and if you are really lucky you have at least one great friend/family member who smacks you upside the head at least once but most likely several times.

You have your dream wedding. The Reception is a hit. You've blown your life savings and now its over. Do you ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after?

Fuck no. You head off on your honeymoon.

Which you are also expecting to be perfect. Time to put your expectations in check folks. Ok, so this maybe a little bit of an extreme situation but always go with what illustrates your point perfectly right?

You fly off on your dream honeymoon to the Caribbean which involves a sailboat which you have chartered... from a company that apparently went out of business a few weeks back and decided not to tell you. You scramble. Another company steps in to the rescue. Its not the boat you want. The supplies are not what you planned on but hey - roll with the punches right? Nope. Married no more than 24 hours and you are curled up in a ball, rocking and crying for mommy. Unfortunately for you and your groom - she ain't taking you back.

Nah - wasn't me but it was someone who does share DNA with me. While we didn't go to Vegas on our honeymoon, I think I will adopt the What happens in Vegas....

So nothing is perfect folks. Sometimes life is hard. Sometimes it knocks you so hard on your ass, you are left grasping for breath. Sometimes. Sometimes it sucker punches you with a right while the left hands you a Sam.