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He comes home from work to find her playing with the kids, and they sit
on the carpet together and draw pictures and he feels the day melt from
his shoulders.
If they don't have kids maybe he comes home from work
and she's made interesting cocktails and they have inventive and playful
sex.
One day they smash all the dishes so they can dress up in their wedding
clothes and go shopping for more.
Over dinner he tells her about his
day and she listens and they dress in costumes to act out the stupid
people until he doesn't feel the pain anymore.
They sneak homemade popcorn into the local multiplex and make fun of the
movies they're better than.
In the morning his ironed clothes are
laid out in witty positions and he goes to work again, smiling at his
luck.
During the day she works somewhere collecting stories for his amusement.
Or maybe she stays home and cleans the windows drawing secret messages
in her breath for him.
Weekends an adventurous trip or maybe a
dutiful one made fun by creative sidelines and thrilling insights.
They don't talk about ideas much, but they push boundaries and explore
inner worlds. He thinks about writing it down or painting, which will
please her because she loves how artistic he is.
I should never have
given them kids. Okay: the kids magically fade when children are no
longer fun to play with.
And then they grow old together and he reads her all the love letters he
ever meant to write her and she likes that a lot and forgets the rest.
They
die entwined and everybody sighs with completion.

Or one day he
comes home and the words she is saying are actually important and they
aren't about him but he has to pay attention. It's so demanding. She
wants to go back to school and maybe she blames him for pulling her out
of what she said was a waste of time. One day he comes home and there's
no dinner and she's crying and she throws a dish at his head, several
dishes and they don't go shopping afterwards. One day he comes home and
she says I have a life too, you know. But he didn't know, because she
never told him, because he never wanted to know. And he says let's go
scream at the trains? Let's capture a leopard, let's tap dance, let's
listen to the Shins? And she says Oh you assholes. This stuff works for
you because you are simple; I need more than that. And then what sucks
is that she doesn't evaporate, because she was real. Now they have that
pain to deal with, and no amount of soundtrack can make it better.

for clarity: Manic Pixie Dream Girls