I loved that book . Gilbert really stuck her neck on an emotional guillotine, writing about marriage with biting humor and heart tugging insight.
The main character, based on Gilbert, eats her way through three countries on a journey towards self-enlightenment and true love. Gilbert's latest book, Committed , talks about her transformation from romance skeptic to fulfilled wife.
In her first book, Gilbert writes of leaving an unsatisfying marriage to feel more settled within her own bones. What she did was brave. It was fearless. But, right or wrong, it was also running. Literally... as in all over the world.
Gilbert's departure from a mundane marriage worked for her. She got a book deal! A movie where the biggest star in the world portrays her! She's been on Oprah and countless news shows. But what about your average waitress or teacher? What if there are kids involved? It's simply not as easy, nor as romantic, to cut ties. There's not always a "Felipe" waiting to embrace you toward the end of your journey, making love to you in white linens and serving you coffee with a cute accent.
Tonight I could have Gilbert-ed myself away from my own boring life. After running out to Great Grandmas and dropping off Grandma Nancy, I came home to find Rex washing his car. The kids were starving but hey, not a problem... I had gone food shopping! Even better, Rex offered to cook up the linguini and clams with my daughter so I could wash my own smelly car with my son.
All was going peachy until, right before he was ready to serve, I quipped, "Just the clams for me! I've got 5 pounds to go and don't want the carbs."
You'd have thought I told him I was running off to Italy. (Or in my case, Bakersfield. I'm not as hip as Gilbert.)
"Are you kidding me? After all this work I did?" HIM. NOT. HAPPY.
"I really don't like pasta," I said, shocked at his reaction. "What's the deal?"
"The deal is that it's linguini and clams. You are basically spitting on the dish I worked so hard to make."
Translation: Rex is exhausted from crazy hours at work. I get it. But guess what? I spend a TON of hours during the week making sure he has the ingredients for the food he loves so that he can then b---- me out. ME. NOT. HAPPY.
For the first time ever he ate at the table with the kids while I ate my clams on the couch. (They were mighty delicious, I might add.)
The saving grace to this really ridiculous story is half way through "dinner" he called out, "You know, I still love you."
And that, my friends, is why I simply cannot Eat Pray Love my way out of mediocrity. Because even in the most obnoxiously trying domestic spats, I know that my husband loves me. (If only I loved linguini... we could have avoided this showdown altogether.)
And, if it's not already obvious, I love Rex for so much more than his precious noodle. (Pun intended.)
Posted by Andrea Frazer
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