I had a weird dream last night. Nothing new there because I am one who dreams every night and my dreams are almost always bizarre. But last night’s was really quite odd.
I dreamt of an old friend, Melvin, who is a gay. In the dream, he announced that he’s got himself a husband. I can’t remember who else were in the dream but our reactions were like “HUH”? Marriages between gays are not yet legalised in Singapore are they? Anyhow, he proceeded to show us his wedding ring, which was kept in a paper box, and the brand on the box was “Barang Barang”! Don’t ask me why! It’s a weird dream remember? Anyway, Melvin told us that he and his partner had a private ceremony to exchange marriage vows. That means no ROM la. And the first thing that came to my mind was “Like that his marriage is not secure leh…his husband can ‘divorce’ him anytime.” Haha!
I really can’t figure why I had such a funny dream. I haven’t even been in contact with Melvin for years, and neither have I come across any gays lately. Oh well… perhaps it’s vaguely related to my current thoughts about my marriage.
Well, of late, I have that feeling that I’ve become an oldywed even though I haven’t been married for ages. Why? Because there’s a huge difference in the things my husband asks or says when he calls home from an overseas trip nowadays.
- where’s boy?
- how’s everything?
- what’s he doing?
- has he been naughty?
- tell him daddy loves him.
- take care of him properly.
- kiss boy for daddy.
- tell him daddy is coming back soon.
NOTHING ON MUMMY? NO KISSES FOR MUMMY? NO HOW WAS YOUR DAY?
Hiaz… No more lovey-dovey sweet talk that is! Well, perhaps my marriage has come to a stage where we’re so comfortable with each other that we become *ahem* less romantic? Or is that what happens when you have kids and either one or both get too caught up with the inane obligations in life?
