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Marriage Is Not Uno, It’s Spades: Part 2



 Uno is a sprint. It’s all about getting out, and the faster the better. You even scheme a little to ensure that the others in the game struggle to complete the mission. You jockey for which color the Wild should make the next card played. You intentionally drop that Skip when your opponent thought victory was theirs. You’re ruthless. And it’s all a part of the game. Now once you’ve won, the others can continue playing, but first YOU must win. 



Marriage includes losing to win. Unlike  in Uno, in marriage you have to consider someone else. You have to think twice, thrice, roll the dice, and consider your actions all over again. A quick maneuver to get ahead crunches your spouse’s fingers beneath your steel boot heel. Jockeying for their sabotage curdles their heart because it will eventually reach their ears.  Thinking only of yourself will capsize a marriage.  There is no sprint, no race to the finish line in marriage (well besides… no analogy is perfect) And being ruthless in marriage only hurts yourself. Why is this so? Marriage isn’t Uno, it’s Spades. 


Do you play the game is over after the 1st person gets out in Uno or do you play until there is only 1 person left?

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