i often hear a lot of metaphors and anecdotes, even funny simile's from my married friends and acquaintances about (you guessed it right), their spouses. though it is often intended as a jest, the irony of it is clear as day.from one female friend, she mentioned that her husband turned into an a_ _ short of two years after they were married. funny thing is, her husband mentioned that he never imagined he would one day be married to a radio. he would've brought the remote control along with her if he did.
during my "single" years, i used to have a ready answer to friends who would ask about my former husby. i would say "i had him raffled off and somebody won him".
with this, let me share a story i wrote at fourteen.
there was once a girl who regularly fetches water from the well. as she was drawing water one day, she was surprised to find a man inside the well. thinking that the he fell into it, she tried to help him out. the man told her that he had been put under a spell and could not get out of the well till a young maiden truly fell in love with him. of course, only a true love's kiss could break a spell.
the following days as the girl fetched water, she also brought along food for him and they would talk and laugh for awhile. as days passed, she felt herself drawn to him for he was sweet and kind and he made her laugh. then the inevitable happened--she fell in love. one kiss and the man was out of the well, and into her heart.
after they were married, she noticed little changes and transformations with her husband. at first, she saw his skin slowly turning greenish. she would try to scrub it off but it would not turn back. she smiled to herself and thought that she would still love him even if his skin turned greener. then, she noticed that his skin was starting to feel scaly and rough. patiently, she rubbed ointments and juices from herbs on it every night. it remained just that. again, she shrugged it off--she would still love him even if his skin became rougher and coarser.
weeks... months... years went by. her husband not only croaks, he growls. his eyes also bulges when angry. his mouth froths and slimy things come out of it. he would not allow her to go out, even to fetch water or speak to neighbors. he would croak his discontent when she does.
she also observed that her husband's arms and feet are growing shorter and surmised that it probably was the reason for his grouchiness. and as his limbs grew shorter, the more he sat on the couch, growling and croaking all day while she did all the chores inside the house. and in-between her chores, he would constantly tell her to hand him this or that, or bring him this or that.
with all these transformations, she continued to love and take care of him anyway.
until one morning she awoke to find herself alone on the bed. she heard a loud croaking coming from the porch. slowly she walked toward it till the sound grew louder. peering from the door, she stood and stared at her husband. he has completely turned into a toad.
with this, let me share a story i wrote at fourteen.
there was once a girl who regularly fetches water from the well. as she was drawing water one day, she was surprised to find a man inside the well. thinking that the he fell into it, she tried to help him out. the man told her that he had been put under a spell and could not get out of the well till a young maiden truly fell in love with him. of course, only a true love's kiss could break a spell.
the following days as the girl fetched water, she also brought along food for him and they would talk and laugh for awhile. as days passed, she felt herself drawn to him for he was sweet and kind and he made her laugh. then the inevitable happened--she fell in love. one kiss and the man was out of the well, and into her heart.
after they were married, she noticed little changes and transformations with her husband. at first, she saw his skin slowly turning greenish. she would try to scrub it off but it would not turn back. she smiled to herself and thought that she would still love him even if his skin turned greener. then, she noticed that his skin was starting to feel scaly and rough. patiently, she rubbed ointments and juices from herbs on it every night. it remained just that. again, she shrugged it off--she would still love him even if his skin became rougher and coarser.
weeks... months... years went by. her husband not only croaks, he growls. his eyes also bulges when angry. his mouth froths and slimy things come out of it. he would not allow her to go out, even to fetch water or speak to neighbors. he would croak his discontent when she does.
she also observed that her husband's arms and feet are growing shorter and surmised that it probably was the reason for his grouchiness. and as his limbs grew shorter, the more he sat on the couch, growling and croaking all day while she did all the chores inside the house. and in-between her chores, he would constantly tell her to hand him this or that, or bring him this or that.
with all these transformations, she continued to love and take care of him anyway.
until one morning she awoke to find herself alone on the bed. she heard a loud croaking coming from the porch. slowly she walked toward it till the sound grew louder. peering from the door, she stood and stared at her husband. he has completely turned into a toad.
and the moral lesson of the story is...
no amount of kissing could turn that grumpy toad back into a man.
no amount of kissing could turn that grumpy toad back into a man.
(or she could probably put him back in the well where he belongs.)
p.s.
just noticed that what i wrote was "then the inevitable happened--she fell in love. one kiss and the man was out of the well, and into her heart". i didn't say "they fell in love". wondering now, could i have been thinking that the man in the well just showed her sweetness and kindness so he could get out of the well...?
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