Me Tarzan, Me Clueless: When Marriage Needs More Than “Good”
(Tarzan & Jane Story Series: Part 1 of 6)
Me Tarzan, Me Clueless: The Erosion of Marriage
Marriage is supposed to be built for storms. And Tarzan and Jane’s marriage was a strong one—decades long, filled with laughter, adventures, and children now grown with families of their own. They’d weathered hurricanes, sure, but the real danger came from the drizzle—the small, everyday neglects that wore away at Jane’s heart like steady rain on stone.
Jane wasn’t needy. She was strong, independent, a leader. But she was tired. She longed for tenderness, not out of weakness, but because every human heart needs nurturing. Over the years she had gently dropped hints, shared stories, even asked directly about love languages. She explained that hers had shifted—what she now needed was touch, affirmation, encouragement.
Tarzan listened, even tried for a season. There were hugs, kisses, coffee in the morning. But often those gestures felt… forced. The goodbye kiss that used to be natural was now sometimes forgotten, and when remembered, lacked spark. The first cup of coffee still arrived, but rarely a refill when he refilled his own. And Jane thought: I don’t want him to just do this because I asked. I want him to want to. I want it to come from a heart that notices me.
She didn’t want to hand him an instruction manual for her heart. She didn’t want him checking boxes. She wanted him to study her, the way he used to when they were young. To marvel at her—not as the same girl, but as the deeper, richer woman she had become.
Instead, she watched him studying screens. iPads in the morning, TVs at night. Sports she understood. But then came the odd viewing habits: strangers reacting to whiskey, to songs, to movies. And Jane couldn’t ignore the sting that he seemed enthralled by the emotions of other women—strangers crying on a screen—while showing little interest in hers.
“It speaks volumes,” she thought, “that he is fascinated by their tears, but unmoved by mine.”
Her love, once bruised, was now angry. And anger was shifting toward numbness. For Jane, numbness meant the end.
Was this the final storm? Could the foundation hold?
Perhaps. But only if Tarzan realized that love isn’t sustained by duty. It’s sustained by desire. By curiosity. By the daily choice to see, study, and pursue the one you promised to love for life.
Because marriage doesn’t collapse in an instant. It erodes, little by little, when we stop marveling at the treasure we already hold.
✨ This story isn’t just Tarzan and Jane’s. It’s a reflection of many marriages. Good marriages. Strong marriages. Marriages that quietly erode until one day, the rain feels like too much. But erosion isn’t destiny. Awareness, humility, and choosing again—those can rebuild what storms have worn away.
🌴 Jungle Laugh: “Tarzan swore he was listening… Jane swore he was just nodding to the beat of the jungle drums.
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