Mom and Dad

This year, my parents will celebrate 25 years of being married to each other. How they've made it, I honestly couldn't tell you. Maybe it's the whole "stay-together-for-the-kids" thing or the "divorce-is-expensive-and-I need-your-money-as-much-as-you-need-mine" thing. As I was typing that sentence, my father came into the living room and kissed my mother. I'd like to point out that affection between them rarely occurs. And, of course, my mother's reaction to this unexpected kiss: "Yuck."

Now, arguments between my parents, that you'll find everyday. Their arguing strategy is not a winning one. They don't even start out with inside voices, they just yell off the bat. In the morning, after work, before going to bed. They're unhappy, that's a given.

They don't belong together. I asked them the story of how they met, and this is what I get from my mother: "Well, we met in Chip's barn (great place for parties) and although he was so much older than I was, he did have a car..." How romantic.

I encourage their divorce. In my opinion, divorce is good if your marriage is this bad.

Congratulations, parents. 25 years of "love", and many more to come.