Living With Tragedy

The tenth lesson I’ve learned in 2020 is that I can live with Tragedy.

And by “Tragedy” I mean my beloved husband. That’s what I call him because of his resting sad face as compared to my usual mule-eating-briars Comedy grin. Get it? Comedy and Tragedy.

What many of you might not know is that he’s my second husband — my forever husband after a starter model didn’t work out. And when we got married, he came into a ready made family of Sonny Boy and me. We’ve always been a family of three, so he and I had never actually lived alone together.

That is until Sonny Boy went off to college.

Then it was just the two of us. But we still both worked full time jobs, and we were just together on nights and weekends and the occasional, glorious week-long vacation. That’s how life goes, isn’t it? You generally spend more time apart from the people you love than with them.

Anywhow, here comes March 2020. I’m sent home to work, and Tragedy is just sent home because he can’t really do his job away from his workplace. And we were together. All day. Every day. 

For weeks. 

And it was weird because we’d never had this prolonged time together with nowhere to go and nothing to do. We’d never been on lock-down and unable to go out and about. We’d never ever spent so much time alone … together.

BUT IT WAS AWESOME!! We actually got along. I mean, we always do, but you never know, right? Especially when things are so different than they had ever been before.

We cooked together. We ate lunch together. We put worked puzzles and played cards and listened to records and painted pictures and made messes and cleaned up. 

And we spent some time apart even though we’re in the same house. We figured out quickly that just because he wants to watch a movie, that doesn’t mean I have to. And if I want to work on some project or the other, he doesn’t have to be by my side every minute. Just because you’re married doesn’t mean you have to spend every second with each other. 

And one day it hit us — we actually can be together. Alone. With nobody else. For long stretches of time.

And that’s when we knew that Comedy can live with Tragedy happily ever after. 

(This year for #BlogLikeCrazy, I’m talking about 30 lessons I’ve learned in 2020. Read the other entries here).