The picture above has nothing to do with today’s post. If it did, the word would be “Screwy” instead of “Euphoria.” Screwy as in marriage — in this case mine. Had it been painted during this weekend and not two or three weeks ago, the word might have been “Hemlock.”
If you’ve read the previous post, then you have a pretty good idea why I was madder than Hell for the past few days. After the initial M-80(s), we retracted our fangs and agreed that speaking in anger was off the table. If one of us sensed the other’s anger was rising, then the first one would disengage or try to empathize. This led to a mellowing of tempers (I’m an Aries with a Gemini moon, and he’s Leo Rising — or Aries rising, depending on whose calculations you read– with a Virgo sun and Virgo Moon.) We knocked ourselves out trying to be disarming, so to speak. Before noon, we kissed in his office but warned each other that we were still fighting despite our smooching, caressing, and hand squeezing.
The Devil created marriage. Actually, I don’t believe in him, but if I did, I’d definitely say he created it.