It is my parents 49th wedding Anniversary today. Although Peggy New Year Resolution is to not to speak to Willis for a year and Willis bags are metaphorically constantly packed they are celebrating this 49th year by the same silliness that put them together in the first place. I have this saying that we were each conceived somewhere between Goddamn and Oh Yeah during Sunday mornings make up session after the Friday night fights and Saturday recovery afternoons. Today, I am sure, they expect each of the children to call and congratulate them on their achievement and listen to each of them in turn complain about what an awful spouse the other is. My mother will complain about Willis being the perpetual asshole and jackass he has always been and Willis complain about how mean and evil Peggy is. This roller coaster of lets-stay-together-damnation that my parents formed 50 years ago has been much discussed and prayed about longer than I been alive. And as much and often as I, myself, prayed for them to divorce and be done with it, they have managed walk that fine line of seething hatred and love. Although Peggy will tell anyone who will listen that she never loved Willis, she will every single day make Willis' dinner complete with his favorite yams and ice water, except on Saturday because that is her day off. Willis, in turn, will complain about Peggy not speaking to him and how many times has he threaten to leave only to never really go anywhere outside of Home Depot and Costco, constantly bringing flowers or fish that only Peggy likes. Somewhere in all this those two not only managed to stay together but have surpassed that fine line of old people who been together so long they look alike. Both are now slightly hunched over and have the same aches and grouchiness. While talking to Willis last week for his Birthday he complained about how no one said anything to him about his birthday at same time telling me about who brought what that day. I f that isn't a Peggy thing I really don't know what is. Peggy, later, explained how to fix a knob on a cabinet, usually a Willis thing. I know now that they will always fuss, fight and argue but they will be together to the bitter end.So Happy Anniversary Parents. Knock yourself out....Please!!
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