No we are not newlyweds. This is our 4th year in marriage. I wished that we had gone to a 5-weeks honeymoon trip. I wished we had all the time in the world to savor all the bliss and love right after the wedding night.

The downside about getting married young is that we didn’t had enough finances to lavish on the whole process. We didn’t need that anyway. We just wanted to be together and it didn’t matter to us whether we got married at a carpark. We just wanted to be with each other all the time. I remember the first night in our new home, I told Brandon this “Isn’t it great that you don’t have to say goodbye to me anymore? It’s so fun living together!” And indeed it was.

I believe we spent the first year of our marriage arguing, making up, arguing, making out. We drove each other beyond the walls. We quarrel in the kitchen over the the kitchen, in the toilet over the toilet bowl (Pls wipe off the urine droplets)

You got to understand that when 2 persons get married and live together, it actually means that they are bringing 2 sets of different up-bringing experiences together, overnight (Unless you had live together for a while). It is like Pocahontas and Dalai Lama coming together. They need time to become Pocalama.

In our first year together, we quarrelled over the most stupidest thing. We had a rabbit, Snowie. She stained the floor. Brandon used the table cloth to clean her shit. I had a fit then proceed to give him an education at how things around the kitchen should work, according to my style.

My husband, unknowingly, leave things around the house. I think it’s a guy thing. While I am more of a neat freak. Once, I took a picture of his shoes and remind him to come back to rearrange them. It nearly drove him crazy. The bootcamp went on for about a year. Eventually, we met each other in the middle and graduated to the next level. But I suspect that Brandon gave in much more than I did. I can be such a pain I admit.

Then the second year was a year of fun because we already got used to each other’s pet peeves. Then we got overdose from the fun and we decided to have a baby. We didn’t wanted to keep Liam waiting for too long.

So my point is, getting married is a wonderful thing. But before the fun kicks in, there are some or much adjustment to be done. That’s the deal. The sooner you get past the adjustment dish (Recipe ingredients includes compromising and some laughs), the sooner you get to enjoy the fun.

Well lady, if your guy rather hides his money in his biscuit tin rather in the bank, by all means let him do it. Your trust in his methods is worth more than safekeeping the money. Well man if your lady wants a hello kitty toilet bowl, praise her for her good taste. After all, a happy wife is a happy life.

So newlyweds, have fun

I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life. ~Rita Rudner