I’m thinking of ditching the spouse journal.
Lately, everytime I read it or write in it I feel lika a sad act. I thought it was a good idea when I first began it a couple of years ago, but I think it’s finally dawning on me that if I die without marrying, my children will be morified to find a book containing such handwritten entries as the ‘poem for my future spouse’ in ghastly, overtly Jane Austenesque style prose. If I’m honest I’m also terrified that I may die in suspicious circumstances and that the investigating police officer will read it and have a bloody good laugh.
Presuming that I marry at some point in the future, would any man over 40 (well I wouldn’t mind a toy boy who is younger – but is a toy boy gonna want me?) really going to want to read a journal containing the erratic, nonsensical ‘love’ thoughts of the 40 odd (yup) year old woman he had married? Wouldn’t he perhaps prefer a set of golf clubs for a wedding present?
I read through the spouse journal periodically, often when I write a new entry, and when I do so even I feel like barfing. I mean, I love romantic comedies as much as any girl who was raised to believe that one day her prince would find her, but it’s just too shot with sugar, even for me. The most worrying thing of all though is that I don’t even have to try hard to write candy-cane memos to my future matrimonial partner!
What say you all?
Shall I keep it or kick it to the curb?
If your sweetheart gave you a gift like my spouse journal as a wedding gift, what would you think? I’d especially like some input from my male readers. But….ummm…. Dad….it would be a little too wierd to have you respond to this so please, sit this post out okay?