Crazy but True

We got married in the middle of my junior year in college........the day after fall semester finals. We wanted to have time for a honeymoon during the semester break and did not want to wait until May.

During finals week I became a raving lunatic. I know you are all shocked beyond words now. Every time I tried to study I'd think about wedding plans. Every time I'd try to check up on last minute details I'd think how I should be studying.

My darling husband-to-be came to my apartment one night and found me in a wild frenzy. He said I should put away the books and planners, make some tea, put my feet up and he'd go rent us a movie so I could unwind. He asked what I wanted. I kissed him gratefully and said a light, fluffy comedy sounded just about right.

He came back a little while later and popped a movie into the VCR. What light, fluffy comedy did he rent to distract me from stress? The Killing Fields about the Khmer Rouge led genocide in Cambodia. At the end of the movie I burst out crying hysterically. He wondered what was wrong. I asked how he thought this was supposed to make me feel less stress. He thought if I saw someone with worse problems than me I'd feel better about my own stress. In between sobs I cried, 'No! Now I only have guilt about the plight of these people on top of my own stress!'

This weekend we marked 17 years. He at least knows the definition of a light, fluffy comedy now.