“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
I was walking from the bedroom to the bathroom when I belched with much enthusiasm and expressiveness. Growing up in a household with four brothers and a gaseous father, belching was considered an art form, a source of competition amongst us five boys.
Señora said to me, “You just burped.”
“No,” I said, “I just eructated. I have more class than to burp.”
Her reply was not family friendly, but it definitely let me know in no uncertain terms that she was not in accordance with my well considered evaluation of my behavior.
And so it goes within the confines of our matrimonial walls.
