I had a friend over recently,
cos she wanted to let out about some problems her man and her are going through.
Story i'm sure most of us have heard before:
Couple in love,
one is Muslim,
the other is Catholic,
one decides they should end it cos there is no future
(as both parties refuse to convert).
I'd say a problem like that sinks in more
when i'm talking to her for 3 hours
and knowing every detail of their relationship and its problem.
Clem came home from work while we were still chatting,
and tried not to blink an eye at the half-bottle of whiskey on the table
and tear-stained face next to his girlfriend.
In the end, he got asked his opinion on the matter as well,
so he sat down next to me with a beer in hand
and took over my Aunt Agony role.
After my friend left,
i was SUPER nice to him.
Heated up his dinner, brought him beer, water,
washed the seedless grapes i bought for his dessert,
agreed to watch Titanic with him (HAHAHA).
Him: "Why are you so nice to me today?!"
Me: "Whaddaya talking about? I'm ALWAYS nice to you -_-"
Him: "Yes, but you are EXTRA nice today!"
Me: "Well, i was thinking Mondays could be Nice-T0-Clem Days."
Me: "And Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays are Nice-To-JOYCE DAYS!"
Truth is, i guess i was being extra nice
cos i was appreciating the fact how we didn't have to fight about the topic of religion.
No doubt, we'll have other things to fight about in the future.
But for that night, i hugged him and quietly said, "I'm glad we don't have to worry about the religion part in our relationship."