What I always enjoyed about Morticia and Gomez was how they made no secret that they passionately loved each other. We get so used to seeing depictions (on television especially) of married couples in continual states of contention—belittling one another, falling into the wife/mother-husband/child trope, and generally disrespecting each other, which made me wonder why they even bothered marrying in the first place.
But Gomez and Morticia never lose their desire and respect for each other. Is it because they’re “weird” that it’s acceptable to depict married life so positively? Or are they “strange” because, after three children and a lifetime together, they still adore each other? I know no marriage is perfect, but wouldn’t it be nice if the media portrayed marriage as more than a continuous state of exasperation and anger? Maybe that’s why romance novelists and romance novel readers are so embattled: because we dare to believe in love.
“How long has it been since we waltzed?”
And I also love how genuinely proud and happy they are with everything that Wednesday and Pugsley do - the rest of the parents at the talent shows are appalled at the blood spatter and gore; and though every single other person is sitting there gobsmacked and offended, they leap to their feet and applaud with such amazing enthusiasm for their beloved children.
And though they found the other performances tedious or uninspiring, they still applaud the rest of the kids.
My aim in life is to mirror the passion and love that these two have for each other in my own marriage, and I’m proud to say that no matter who makes gagging noises or gets ‘offended’ at our public displays of affection, Ace and I are well on our way to it.
They are my ideal. I aim to have this level of devotion.