There is nothing like your husband scoring free passes to a movie and waiting in line in the sun and swollen ankles forever that makes you appreciate how great your relationship really is.
Let me explain.
I knew that going would mean me walking and standing. I knew what I was in for. My husband encouraged me to go find a place to sit and rest while he stood in line, because he is awesome. But the curb ended up being in even more direct sunlight and uncomfortable, so I stood mostly. And tried not to complain or look too miserable. There was a girl (who seemed for all intensive purposes to be a normal middle class gal) in line behind us complaining to someone else about how she was waiting up front because nobody told her that the massive line of people was for the free movie. So she was a little irritated (I understand, but if you don't know, ask) and complaining about it on the phone to her boyfriend who was showing up with their passes. He eventually showed up and man, while he wasn't incredibly patient and understanding, she was something else.
Nothing he said or did was right. She complained about having to stand in the sun (which, ironically everyone else was talking about how it was the perfect temp out, but for pregnant me, means I was sweating). But instead of saying, "Sorry, (for being a b*****) I'm just hot and tired and hungry"....It was a continuous slew of "I can't look at your effing face when you talk because the sun's in my effing eyes.....etc (and continued to chew him out for trying to talk to her instead of asking him nicely to move or something) I'm standing in the effing sun and I'm hot and tired and hungry, so leave me the eff alone." There were a lot more 'effs' (she didn't actually say 'eff'). He suggested that they didn't have to go to the movie. She was angry that he would suggest such a thing because it would fine once they were inside....duh, why would you be so stupid as to suggest something that might help. So while we stood in the now slowly moving line along side of the building that had small spots of shade as you moved, she would stand in the shade, holding up the entire line until the next spot of shade became available. And when she couldn't do that and the people (ie: me) where in the shade right in front of her she complained loudly as if it was my fault she was standing in the sun. In my ear. My hot, pregnant ear.
I am no saint. And I do complain about pregnancy aches and pains. But picture this, I am large, some say very large for 7 months. I am hot always. Sweating. My back hurts. My feet hurt. My feet and ankles are SWOLLEN TO TWICE THEIR SIZE. On occasions such as yesterday, I look like I have elephantiasis. And I am moving in the line letting everyone have their turn in the shade. My husband kept offering ways to help. But I wasn't complaining. I knew that if I wanted to see the free movie, I would have to stand in line. Of course, her boyfriend did show up on a motorcycle with giant tribal tattoos on his arms, and skull face mask and a massive goatee with two lines shaved into it (think hairy dark orange wedges on his chin) and was talking about he hoped there were boobies in this movie. I might find those things annoying too, but you don't have to be his girlfriend, you know. And he seemed by far the nicer of the two.
I'm sure that this girl has plenty of good qualities, somewhere inside, but she was completely unattractive in how she acted. Joel and I went into the movie and quickly separated ourselves from the couple (it just kept going, it was that bad) and instantly gushed about how glad we were to have each other. That neither of us are like that. That when we get upset about silly things we aren't just flat out mean. That we talk about it. That despite the stresses and trials we are dealing with right now, we rarely actually do get upset. And when we do we recognize and acknowledge that we are just stressed or tired, and we take care of each others needs in that moment. I'm getting a little misty just thinking about it. I love that man. And think it is pretty remarkable that while dating and getting married in a relatively short amount of time, having some setbacks and disappointments, as well as expecting a baby so soon, our relationship is fine. That we are perfect for each other.
So be grateful for what you have, because the alternative is often not nearly as awesome.
PS.....Dinner for Schmucks was a pleasant surprise. I haven't laughed that hard in a good long while. And has a good moral. Win! And sorry goatee guy, while there was a scantily clad lady leaving not much to the imagination, no actual boobies. Darn.