Why Does A Romantic Book End At The ‘Happily Ever After?’

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I suspect we all know the touching moment we waited for after we were going through the adventures of the romantic couple. We smiled with them when they found each other. We were happy with them when they fell in love. We cried with them when they lost each other because of some horrible misunderstanding. And, of course, we celebrated when they found each other again, kissed and ‘lived happily ever after.’

And now?

Don’t we ask ourselves how their wedding looked like? How are their families, how their friends? Don’t we wish sometimes we could play a ‘fly on the wall’ seeing how their relationship develops when challenged by marriage?

And that’s when my imagination runs wild.

Of course, it would be amazing and heartwarming to see their wedding. Because weddings are always touching and celebrating and viewing the ‘good’ in everything and everybody.

And then our couple moves in with each other. Both go to work… every morning she makes her favorite coffee, every morning he tells her that this particular brand gives him bad reflux. Then they climb in their own cars and drive off, only to see each other late at night, due to overtime and traffic jams.

She cooks, but he’s not home. Disappointed, she covers his meal and puts it away in the refrigerator, leaving him a note before she goes to bed. He comes home late, makes himself a sandwich because he can’t stand that particular dish, and never dared to tell her.

The weekends they often spend with their in-laws’ camping or in the one or other backyard with a barbecue. They can’t go on vacation… because they can’t get off the same time – and of course, they cannot stay away from work longer than a weekend.

Even though everyone waits for them to announce that they are expecting, that never happens because both are too busy to make money and soon buy their own house… Unfortunately, they don’t realize they are waiting too long until she’s in her forties and finally decides it might be too risky to have a child now.

Occasionally they’re going out for dinner, but mostly they don’t have to say much to each other unless they discuss the job… and then it’s Monday, and the routine starts from scratch.

They might buy the house everybody expects them to buy. It’s a breathtaking museum, but they’re too busy with their job to enjoy it… it’s not a home, it’s just a status symbol. And they both continue working.

And at one point they realize… they don’t have that much to say to each other. They don’t know, do we actually know each other? Or did we just rush into our marriage because everybody expected us to; our families, the readers…

Basically, their marriage is the wrong coffee, and a woman who cannot cook… it’s everything everyone expects, but to them, it’s just routine and boredom.

And that’s why a romantic book usually ends with the kiss and the ‘happily ever after.’

Rudeness

Today started with a lot more traffic than usually. I still have no idea how it comes that I have been held up by traffic jam all over the place. It already began when I left home to go to work. Instead of the regular 35 minutes, it took me almost 50 minutes to get to the office.

However, I accepted that, started my work, knowing I had to leave the office early enough to drive across the city and meet the legal Department at the other building.

Unfortunately another traffic jam came up and even trying to hurry up I was still unable to avoid being late. I hate being late. I consider this impolite towards the people I meet. And I don’t want to treat people like they don’t matter.

From the parking lot I ran to the entrance and arrived precisely at 10.03 am, with a three minutes delay.

One of the receptionists welcomed me, the other one listened. We introduced each other and I told them who I have a meeting with and that I’m already running late. One of the receptionists got on the phone – and I expected she would inform the legal department about my arrival – but far off! She had something different to do and I was waiting… finally the young paralegal showed up and… told me off for being 15 minutes late – which was kind of funny since she arrived at the lobby at 10.10 am.

Then she told me, that they never wait for longer than 10 minutes and they can’t see me anymore that day, even though we had planned half an hour for this introduction…

Then she got up, turned around and left, sending me out as I was a little girl who just had performed one of the seven mortal sins. I felt like I was kicked into my face.

On my way out I was that pissed I hyperventilated.

By the time I arrived back in my office I told it to one of my colleagues and then decided to send an email to the Manager of the Legal Department, telling him how things went, apologizing for the massive delay of three minutes and telling him that for the last 20 years I haven’t been treated as despicably and condescendingly as they treated me today.

So far I didn’t get anything back.

However… I am curious if I actually do hear from them.

That’s my day so far… can it get any better? Haha.

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