Okay, people, listen up.
Plenty of my associates have whined about the problems they have traveling through life with the person they have chosen to be espoused to them. This, of course, leads to the inevitable question: "why are you married?" This path leads to disaster as the person in such a state invariably answers with some version of, "I don't know."
Self-doubt, questioning, accusations, divorce.
Ugly.
Let's start with a simple statement:
"for better or for worse."
Your problem is NOT your spouse (unless it is, cuz that does happen). A good bet would be that your life at this moment is not the happiest ever. You're looking for a scapegoat and the person nearest you is an easy target.
That's not cricket.
You're cheating both of you out of potential happiness later. Check your facts first:
1) Is it the "little things," like snoring or the way he/she slurps noodles?
2) Do you feel lousy even when away from your "source" of misery?
3) Do people look at you like your straightjacket is on the floor when you complain?
If any of these things are the case, you might be suffering from stress-based delusion. If, on the other hand:
1) You find your spouse's underwear at a co-workers home.
2) You have permanent red handprints on your cheeks.
3) Your recycle bin is full of liquor bottles, and you don't drink.
You may have issues on hand that need further evaluation involving psychiatrists.
Drive safe, and don't make out with your mailbox.
18.07.2006
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Drive safe, and don't make out with your mailbox.
Jebus man, where the hell were you yesterday? I could have used that advice.
~Brian
Tried to post earlier, but Blogger was showing its butt.
But yes, what you said. You really learn that art of separating stressful situations from your family whom you love when you're married. I love my man and would never think of complaining about anything he might do (like not putting his socks in the hamper). I want him to be happy. It makes him a better husband.
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