With high hopes from a future that sees her happily married and clucking over her beau and babies, what is stopping Single Maryam from taking the leap? Despite the fact that destiny has not yet brought her face on with the man she is meant to wed, this many part series explores the fears underpinning Maryam’s struggle for eternal marital bliss. The author is hopeful that any generalisations made in this series will not be taken on face value but seen rather as a clever technique to highlight the more serious concerns in her life in order to adequately express the writer’s angst.
Marriage is forever.
Not the high school “we’ll be best friends for ever” kind of forever. The actual for ever. As in, you’ll be waking up next to this person every single day of your life. From the time you get married to the time one of you dies.
Every Single Day for the Rest Of Your Natural Life.
Can you imagine what that would be like? The same guy. Forever! How do you not get bored? What do you do when you feel like a change? Can you have flings? No, that’s not allowed. Can you do a partner swap? No! Can you go and graze the grass on the neighbours lawn? Hell No! Can you sort of go on a six month vacation away from each other? Ha! Nice try.
All my other “life time” experiences have been with consumables that come with a guarantee. Manufacturers are so confident about the quality of their product, they give you a lifetime guarantee. You buy the thing because you’re banking on it not breaking. If it does, well, no problems, you take it back to the point of purchase, show ’em your warranty documents, and you get the same item, but brand spankin’ new.
What, pray tell are you supposed to do with a husband? If he breaks, you have to take care of him. There’s no life time warranties that allow you to give him back and get a new one. And if you even suggest such a thing, you become unfeeling and invoke all the religious reprimanding a group of mouths can muster. Though, perhaps that could be the next bright idea. Some entrepreneurial genius could take this idea and make it happen. I’d get all the royalties, then we’d all be happy 🙂
Has no one thought of this disturbing fact?