42: Newlywed Lock Out

42: Newlywed Lock Out

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Married Life!

Newlywed Lock Out

A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book.

~Irish Proverb

I had insisted that the city was too big for me, and my new husband tried his very best to understand. We would be married soon and his plan was to move us to a large city, one of the many that he had lived in while growing up.

My husband’s childhood was vastly different from mine. He had moved over ten times while growing up, while my family only moved once, when I was five years old. The thought of trading our small-town life for the big city was overwhelming.

Finally we had agreed that once we were married we would move to a smaller city. Bigger than the small town that I was used to, but large enough that we would have more work opportunities.

We settled into our two-bedroom apartment. We loved our new life and we were thrilled to be alone in our very own place. Our apartment was sparsely furnished with my parents’ outdated kitchen table, a TV, my old beanbag chair, and a blow-up couch that a friend gave us as a gag gift at our wedding!

The only problem in our newlywed bliss was that my husband’s job demanded that he work until the late hours of the evening. It was during those hours alone that I would imagine all kinds of intimidating scenarios involving the dangerous people that were in this “huge” city, and heaven forbid even in our building!

It was on such a night that my imagination had run wild and I found myself pacing in the living room. “What would I do if something terrible happened?” I decided to go and make sure that I had locked the door. I did, but just to be extra safe I put on the chain link lock as well. My nerves settled when I heard the chain fall into place. I went back to the living room and put on a movie to try and distract myself. I lay down, and before I knew it I had fallen sleep.

I was enjoying a nice deep sleep, but somewhere in the distance I was certain that I heard my husband shouting. I tried to respond but he continued to rant about something. I was unclear as to what he was shouting about! As I rubbed my eyes I decided that he was being unreasonable and told him that I was going to bed. I started to march towards our room, but not before I told him that he had some nerve to come home and shout at me the way he was. I felt justified in what I said, and as I climbed into bed I made up my mind that I’d “let him have it” in the morning. I was too tired to complain so I went right back to sleep.

The next morning came and I immediately remembered what had happened the night before. When my husband turned to me I made a point to dramatically roll over in the opposite direction.

“What’s wrong with you?” my husband asked.

“Are you really going to ask me that,” I said, “after the way you behaved last night?”

“You really don’t remember, do you?”

“Remember what?” I snapped.

“Remember locking me out?”

My husband explained the whole story to me. When he had come home from work that night he was unable to open the door because of the chain lock! He had banged on the door and shouted out to me, and when I did not answer he really began to get concerned.

Worried, he climbed up the building to our balcony desperate to ensure that I was okay. When he looked in our patio window he was shocked to see me lying on the couch resting peacefully. He proceeded to bang on the door, and shout my name in the hopes of waking me.

In the end, he had to walk over to his cousin’s house and ask for bolt cutters. In the middle of the night my husband had to cut the chain lock off our door.

No doubt he was shouting when he finally got inside our house! To this day we still laugh when we remember that night. Most new brides greet their husbands lovingly at the door after work — I locked mine out of our house instead!

We’ve been married eleven years and my wonderful husband still knows that there’s no use trying to talk to me when I am almost asleep, half asleep or just waking up. And needless to say we have never had a chain lock on our door again!


~Brenda Redmond

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