Conjugal Battles...continued..

Heyya'll,

If there is one bleak, depressing thing in life (besides biting the dust, of course, but close) that's waiting. It can do a lot of damage to your happiness.
I hope I didn't make you wait for this next blog for too long.

So, I was on about married couples behind locked bedroom doors and sealed curtains.
What really goes on there?
Trust me, it's not all honey, or sweetness, or fructose, or chocolato.....,or whatever kind of sugar you have in mind.

For me to get safely where I'm going with this, the congugal battle front, I have to get to the root of this whole marriage thing.
Why homo sapiens make a heavy decision to live monotonously ever after, for better or for worse.

SEX.

Even though people marry for different reasons, almost all marriages involve sex. Whether accidental, or arranged.
But here I'll focus more on what happens inside the bedrooms of a "normal marriage". By normal marriage I mean the one that takes place after two people of the opposite sex fall head-overheels in love, they can't picture themselves apart. When the cupid's sharp arrow strikes.
*Yeah, love is real, and sex is sweet...until you make a mistake of tying a knot!*

So Here is how the bedroom battles begin:
Its the same old story, boy meets girl, their central nervous systems take an insane turn. Suddenly, they are on a sugary rollercoaster. Stupidly outwitted by the magic called love.
And the kind of love I'm talking about here is the one that comes with the overpowering desire to take each other's clothes off. Sexual..
The sweetness of this love, or should I say sex, breeds selfishness. Boy and girl now want to be the only souls on earth to feel the way they do. And they want the feeling to last forever.
They want to be able to take each other's clothes off any time they desire, for the rest of their lives. The power of sex. It stops one from thinking straight.

So yeah, boy and girl sign the "till death do us part" contract and settle. They are blissfully basking in marital joy. At "it" like rabbits on heat.
Oh yeah, the honeymoon phase. They have all the time love and energy in the world to lovingly "wrestle" each other. But the heavenly phase, unfortunately, only lasts a while...
*until the wife starts hating her husband and her bed*
catch me in the continuing blog next week:)

Conjugal Battles.

Because individually people marry for different reasons, there are a number of different types of marriages. Some accidental, some default, some arranged... But do you know what all these marriages have in common?
That brings me back to the title of the blog above:

conjugal battles.

Sex the focal point of almost every marriage union in the world, is also the cause of many disagreements, grumpy faces and sometimes black eyes among couples. If you were to secretly sneak in about twenty bedrooms shared by husbands and wives, you'd be surprised what goes on there.
And I'm about to reveal it all. Everything.
Catch me in my next blog :)

Finally there...

This is it. I've officially lost my muse to scribble.
Before I logged on to the page, I had a pretty good idea of what I was going to write. But now that I'm on it, I can't seem to find my vocabulary.

A friend of mine is joining the "Forbetterorforworse" club tomorrow. Lucky her :) The problem is, she is not sure about whether she should still use her parent's family name, or change to her husband's after the whole locking thing. (cold feet..?) So out of all the "go-by-the-book" married women, she comes to me, a wife still madly in love with her dad's name, for advice...

I wanted to give her a good feministic sermon about how this was the 21st century, and not the stone age where women were expected to be their men's doormats and go by their every selfish, chauvinistic rule. But I didn't. The idea of poisoning her mind with even a slight dosage of feminism when she was at her most vulnerable wasn't that ok.
So I told her to carefully listen to her heart instead. If she felt like she wasn't ready to part with her father's name, then it was her choice to keep it.

I've now and again wondered about the idiot that thought of a complication called marriage? The answer is, with not an element of doubt, MAN. Yes, man driven by jealous, selfishness, insecurity and low self-esteem - a big bully.
Do people really need to tie what the world calls a knot and put it in writing to show how much they love each other? Is life not knotted enough without adding yet more knots to it?
But such is a man's nature to own and dominate. And it's exactly that same nature of wanting to be in control that brought the idea of a ring.
It's the same nature that brought the stupid tradition of a woman taking her husband's name after getting married.

But I'm glad the world has metamorphosized for the better especially to the advantage of us women. We have found our place in the male-dominated society.
We have bled and sweated to get where we are now.
Not only can we keep our maiden names after we get married, but we can also do anything that men can do. And to quote Alexandra Burke, "we can do it even better in broken heels."