Keris Stainton‘s weekly column on married life…
I’ve just realised that I’ve been writing this column for a while and yet I haven’t mentioned how David and I met.
Friends of mine had been going to see Blackburn Rovers (they’re a football team) for a while and trying to get me to go. I had no interest. Eventually they bought me a ticket and so along I went. After the match, we met up with fellow members of the supporters club, who turned out to be David and his brother Neil (they weren’t the only members … there were about three more).
I didn’t think much of either of them, but I had enjoyed the match and so started going quite regularly. Often David was there and he was okay, but he was very shy and we didn’t really talk. I have written about the fact that discovering he was a big reader (or at least claimed to be) piqued my interest in him and I think I may have also mentioned that a few bottles of strong lager cemented the interest and then, to cut a dull story short, we got married.
For a while, we carried on going to the football together. I loved it, but it turned David into a verbally aggressive, obnoxious and somewhat grumpy, um, husband. Often part-way into the match I’d find myself focussing less on the football and more on what a complete nutjob obsessive I’d married.
We’d argue on the way home. I’d accuse him of taking it too seriously, he’d accuse me of not really caring and he was right; I didn’t care much – it’s just a game after all. A word of advice: never, ever suggest to a football fan that it’s just a game. Particularly not to one you’re married to.
Eventually I decided that I’d rather sacrifice the Rovers than my marriage. You’ve got to make compromises after all. I wonder if the (football) boot had been on the other foot, whether David would have made the same decision. I like to think he would. But I’m not going to ask.
Keris co-edits Shiny Media’s fabulous women’s fiction blog, Trashionista and contributes to TV Scoop, The Bag Lady and DollyMix. She was there the day Rovers won the Premiership and that’s what matters!