"Marriage:Bleeding like a new tattoo"

"Marriage:Bleeding like a new tattoo"

by:

Virgilio F. De leon Jr.

"I'll bleed for you like a new tattoo..."

- Urbandub

My favorite band has this one particular line from one of their most well known songs. As I grow older I have realized that women are a lot like tattoos. A blend of pain and pleasure. Most men endure a lot of pain to be with the people that they most care about. The lengths we go through to understand what seems like an undecipherable code , the hoops we must pass to make the women in our lives happy. One married man ( and I am sure this is not me) even said that you would be better off dead than alive trying to understand. So as the cliche goes , "Women , can't live with them , can't live without them."

The women in my life are really like tattoos. A mix of pain and pleasure.There is my wife who still feels that we don't have enough time with each other even though we already live under one roof. Then there are the endless barrage of things that I do wrong or not do at all.We are sometimes at each others throats and seem like twin volcanoes with our tops spewing ash simultaneously. Amazingly a few minutes after the violent eruption we find ourselves having Mutual Mental Amnesia. We forgot what we were so mad about. We kiss. We make up. Until the next cycle of arguments.

 Even my daughter who is growing up to be as opinionated and questioning as I am.She too demands her place in my Pantheon. If I spend too much time with her mom she begins to pout. She claims that I spend all my time talking to her mom. She sticks with her books and says nothing. Except when she gets hungry. My daughter is a hug freak and if she does not get her Hug doses in time she becomes fidgety. Ah the life of a Doctor Dad.

Yup just like I said. Pain and pleasure. Honestly isn't this supposed to start with pleasure then pain? However after being married for 8 years now I have come to know that the cycle starts and restarts at any point and never stops. It is a delicate balance that only a few could master. Most break under its constant strain. Succumb to temptation.Unable to endure , Unable to renew the cycle. Pain and pleasure. Bleeds like a new tattoo. Wouldn't have it any other way.