Before Shabbat starts, I did have to post this “wifely contract.” It’s humorous and terrifying at the same time. I mean, this man got married? To a willing woman? The only explanation I can come up with is that the contract was part of some BDSM thing, but it seems to take itself way too seriously for that. If anyone here is part of the BDSM community, you should tell me if I’m reading it wrong, but that’s my take.
On the other hand, this got me thinking about the fact that most couples have implicit contracts like this one. “You will pay attention to me at parties,” might be on it, or “The dishes should be done before I get home at night.” A lot of fights happen because people don’t realize they didn’t sign the same contract when they got into the relationship. I attribute a lot of my relationship success with the boy to the fact that we’ve tried to make our unspoken expectations as spoken as possible. Yes, we’ve got a contract (at least in our heads): he takes out the trash, I make sure he gets where he needs to be, and we both set aside at least two hours a night to spend together, even if it’s just curled up and reading.
Unfortunately, that means I now have something in common with Travis Frey. Ew.