Actually, Babe… don’t get mad but… I don’t think I want any nuptial agreements at all — not a pre-nup, not a post-nup…
(Looking at him while brushing her teeth) — You just made love to me last night after we made that decision together…
Yeah but… that was in the heat of the love-making moment… we were in the momentum of the love-making… does that really count as a serious decision?
(Spits out her toothpaste!) — (Big sighs) — Anything you say or decide during or AROUND love-making doesn’t really count?!
(Shrugs shoulders) (Wanting to hug her but also — not sure about it this time) — Umm… when I say I LOVE YOU during love-making, I definitely, definitely mean it… but umm… other things… I’m not sure… well… I’m just thinking about it this morning… and… I don’t know why I agreed to post-nuptials because — I probably don’t want them, either…
(Rinses her mouth fully) — (Adjusts her hair) —
Oh, no, don’t do that — don’t distract me with your hair — (Tries to turn away from her and look out the window!) (Hands on hips)
(Laughing)…. Umm… I’m not mad… I just need a little more time to think about it, then… so you don’t want post-nuptials, either…
(Turns back to look at her) — Why do YOU want post-nuptials, really?
Just in case…
Just in case WHAT?!?!! I’m not going ANYWHERE.
(Deep sighs) — I don’t know, I’m just paranoid…
But you don’t have anything to do be paranoid about — I’M RIGHT HERE. I’ll always be here!
Okay… (nodding)… well… (thinking back to the full unravelling of the conversation last night)… I don’t really want… more than 10 houses at a time…
(Head tilts — this is really about the number of houses at any given time?!) — Okay? We don’t have to have more than 10 houses at a time…
Okay… well… then I’ll probably feel more comfortable…
(Head tilts more) — (All these YEARS — it’s been about the NUMBER OF HOUSES at any given time?!?!?!) — Okay… I promise… we won’t have more than 10 houses at any given time… you’re my WIFE — I’ll let you know every time I buy a new house, and then which other house, I’ll let go of — so then we don’t have more than 10 houses at any given time…
(Nodding) (Accepting)
… … … That’s it?! That’s all you needed to hear?
(Shrugs shoulders) I guess so?
(Thinking — she really IS neurodivergent!!!) — Okay… and then, we don’t need a pre-nup, we don’t need a post-nup… this has nothing to do with whether the blog is fiction or not. I just don’t want either. I want us to get married, no-nups.
(Nodding) Okay…
Okay?!
Yes — okay — and we’re not about to make love — I gotta get ready for class — you gotta get ready for rehearsals…
Okay… (backs away from her so he doesn’t feel tempted to hug and kiss her)… we’ve made a decision… and we’re not going to make love from it…
(Smiling, laughing)… I gotta go soon… class is starting soon…
(Deep breaths) (Not going to kiss her this time — only because a “serious decision” has been made)… okay… I gotta get ready for rehearsals…
We can still say, “I love you” after a decision.
(Nodding) Yes… yes, yes, of course… I love you. (From a safe distance)
I love you, too. (No hugs or kisses)

