"POW ~ RIGHT IN THE KISSER!"
Whenever Sandy and I got into an argument, the image of Ralph Kramden in The Honeymooners waving his fist at Alice stuck in my brain.
And combined with my father’s Hispanic Neanderthal's beliefs that “women were like horses and had to be exchanged as soon as they were tired,” most certainly did not serve our relationship.
Pathologically thinking that like Sinatra in his song New York, New York, I was “top of the list, king of the hill, A number one”, I was quite surprised that now living by ourselves, Sandy had a mind of her own.
Also influenced by Lito ~ the Costa Rican Archie Bunker, constantly shushing Lita whenever she had an opposing opinion, as well as Ricky Ricardo throwing dishes when upset with Lucy, I had some very, very poor male role models and no excuses ~ I had a lotta growing up to do.
Choosing a very nice brand new two bedroom two bath apartment in Daly City because of losing the $10,000.00 in Russian River that was earmarked for our new home, we lived on a hill right above the one-year-old Serramonte Shopping Center.
The unit constructed with paper-thin walls, our screaming at each other would cause “The Mertzes” like in I Love Lucy ~ the always cranky meddling retired couple upstairs, to constantly thump on our ceiling with their broomstick.
Much worse, having been wrongly influenced by James Cagney in Public Enemy smashing a grapefruit in Mae Clarke’s face as well as exchanging slaps with a multitude of leading ladies in his films, I felt that “light” physical violence was the end-all to conclude an argument.
So very young and stupid, Sandy and I would keep score as to who did what chores and tried to always be “even-steven.”
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!