I like how the husband in this story spouts the typical platitudes about love, hope commitment and devotion that one expects from an old – extremely old – couple when explaining how they have survived for so long.
Then his wife chips in with the “Life is Hell” sentiment. Way to tell it like it is, grandma. That reminds me of how, when we were twenty or so, my good friend Christian (C.D. Manders) used to comment on how we couldn’t wait until he aged so he could say whatever he wanted and wear loud-ass plaid pants and no one could do anything about it because he was so old. There’s not much to embrace about aging, but being resolved of the obligation to match and make sense when you talk is some consolation.
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