Marriage advice from a geezer

Domestic life with the trouble and strife, the old ball and chain, her indoors, the wife.
We work well together, we’re a unit. Sometimes she makes me mad but I rarely lose it. ‘Cos when I do I’m clueless.
Being on the wrong side of the argument, I’m used to this.
My actions often sending her into looney fits.
She purses her lips and fixes me with a thousand yard stare, the rollers in her hair look set to blow, looking like scud missiles but they’re yet to go, they’re part of her armour and they’re meant to show that she’s in charge.
Things are coming to a head and a confrontation is looming large.
But as she stands there in her tatty bra, it’s clear that she’s my movie star and can do no wrong.
Although sometimes she gives me the silent treatment, which always feels like it lasts too long.
But before I know it, her dark mood has come and gone and she’s back where she belongs, back by my side.
Whatever caused our divide is now ancient history.
She puts on a front when she cuts me off but it’s clear that she misses me.
For when I’m in the doghouse I can’t get no sleep.

To make amends I’ll do whatever it takes. Whoever said I couldn’t learn from my mistakes?

But such is the life of a geezer. I like to live life on the edge with my wife, I like to tease her. I like to go to extremes but the bottom line is… I need her.
She’s my rock and without her I’m lost. I’ve got to change whatever the cost. At the end of the day I know she’s the boss.
So I’ll sign out by saying, when it comes to domestic life, whatever you do, for the love of God, take care of your wife.

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