Their Happy Marriage Is A Bitter Pill To Swallow

(My husband and I are regulars at a restaurant next to our apartment. We’re becoming good friends with the staff and other regulars. I’m there on the 14th of February, reading and having some wine.)

Staff #1: “[My Name], where’s your husband?”

Me: “I… don’t know. I think he might be in the gym still.”

Staff #2: “He should be here with you!”

Me: “I’m sure I’ll see him later. I’m bound to – we live together, you know.”

Staff #3: “But… it’s Valentine’s Day! How can he not be here?”

Me: “Seriously, guys, [Husband] is the love of my life, and I know that I am his. That’s what’s important. I didn’t even reflect over the fact that its Valentine’s Day when he said he was going to the gym. I’m happy here, with you guys. And my book.”

Staff #3: *shaking his head* “You’ve been married for so long. When are you going to get all bitter? It’s more fun that way.”