(Yeah check out the crazy bookends in this picture. Those lunatics married and procreated.)
Mr. Lime and I 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 that must come as a terrible shock to all of you. 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. Consequently nothing was being accomplished in either area. I did manage to scratch my newly blossomed, stress-induced eczema into a weeping, raw mess though. The upside was that my skin would now match the red dresses I'd chosen for my bridesmaids.
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 repeated his instructions that I relax while he went out to get the movie. I exhaled a blissfully contented sigh as I mused over what a thoughtful man I would have the joy of spending my life with.
He came back a little while later and popped a movie into the VCR. What light, fluffy comedy did he rent to alleviate me tension and anxiety? The Killing Fields about the Khmer Rouge led genocide in Cambodia.
At the end of the movie I sat there nearly catatonic. Mr. Lime asked what was wrong. I burst out crying hysterically. He looked at me like I had three heads. I wondered between sobs how he thought this was supposed to make me feel less stress. He thought if I saw someone whose problems were worse than mine I'd feel better about my own situation. In between sobs I cried, "No! Now I just have guilt about the suffering of these people on top of my own stress! How can I savor any joy knowing about all the horror these people are enduring?!"
This weekend we will pass the 22 year mark. If we decide to go see a movie to celebrate he at least knows the definition of a light, fluffy comedy now.
