Living With You (Vipassana Retreat)

Yo, can you quit droppin’ clothes all over the floor? I’ve seen that T-shirt by the same damn door. Peanut butter jar? Put the lid on right. Takes two seconds, why’s it such a fight? You take a cup upstairs, then you leave it there, Like the kitchen disappeared into thin air. Just bring it back, put it in the sink. It ain’t gonna walk itself, don’t you think? You preach mindfulness, “Live in the now.” But somehow dirty dishes don’t know how. You’re a meditation master, calm and wise… But somehow your cups never make it back Put your clothes in the basket. Put the lid on tight. Bring your cup back to the kitchen tonight. I’m not your mum, I’m your wife, you see. Still stuck with you anyway…Just meet me halfway.… Remember when you said, “Let’s fly to Bali”? I packed my bags, I couldn’t wait. Then right when it was time to book the flight… You said, “Changed my mind. It doesn’t feel right.” I said, “Come on! We made a deal! I still wanna go—this trip was real!” You looked at me and said, “You’re just trying to escape reality.” The kids and I still caught that plane. Thought that story would end that way. Funny how life had other plans… Now we’re living here in Bali, All together as a family. When baby Maya cried at sunset every day, You had your own unique explanation. You said, “She’s picking up your energy.” I thought, “Really? That’s your conclusion?” Morning sickness had me feeling rough. One more smell and I’d had enough. I said, “I’m gonna throw up. I can’t do today.” You said, “It’s only in your head anyway.” Now every time you tell that story, The flying onigiri gets all the glory. But if we’re honest, just between me and you… Who really started that food fight too? Then came K-Pop Demon Hunters, “No way!” You made a giant “BANNED!” sign that day. “Don’t watch it! Don’t sing those songs!” You swore we’d all be better off. Now you’re saying, “Let’s watch tonight!” But no one’s buying it this time. The kids all say, “No thanks, we’re good…” Now you’re the only fan in the house! Remember the fridge that wouldn’t even close? I said, “Let’s buy a used one.” You said, “No.” Our “sofa” was a bed frame by the wall. I said, “Can we get a couch?” You nearly lost it all. You packed your bag, headed for your mum’s… Even she said, “Go back home, son.” Back then every dollar had to stay in line. You guarded every penny every single time. Now I’m the one saying, “Maybe we should save…” You smile and say, “Relax… we have plenty.” I said, “Didn’t you count every penny back then?” You said, “That was the old me. Change your mindset.” I love this new version, I really do… But I’ve learned not to get too comfortable with you. Because tomorrow, who knows? You might change your mind again. Plans come. Plans go. Opinions change like the wind blows. Some days left. Some days right. Still somehow, we end up alright. You drive me crazy. You make me laugh. You make me grow. Living with you is one long Veepassana retreat. Every day’s a lesson: don’t cling, just breathe. You taught me that life doesn’t always go to plan. Sometimes life rewrites the story, And somehow we end up living here. If this makes you laugh, then I’ve done my job. If not… I’ll do the dishes. Deal?