
Okay, right here I'd like to take a different tack. With the advent of the Internet which allows anyone to look up (stalk) frenemies from childhood, high school and Google old boyfriends, etc., I have been able to find out about a lot about people I have no business finding out about and what I have learned is that unless these people are either (a) in prison or (

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The reality of being married for a long time is just that ... REALITY. That man who made you weak in the knees with his kisses will, in a few years, burp and fart in front of you and then smile with glee while you yell at him for being such a pig. Ahhhhh, romance *sigh*... So, why is it that some marriages make it and others don't????? ENDURANCE. That's it. Endurance. Some folks are just more stubborn than others and refuse to give up. That's the difference.

So next time you find yourself envying one of those famous, sexy, beautiful couples think about this: Angelina Jolie gets her period and PMS too. Not only that, but she also sees the skid marks on Brad Pitt's shorts. How romantic is that. IT'S CALLED MARRIAGE PEOPLE. Deal with it.
Hi Debbie.
ReplyDeleteThis was funny and interesting. The funniest part: "Comparing oneself to anyone else is a surefire way to make you feel like crap. Especially if you are conducting these searches whilst on the rag."
It's the "whilst" that got me.
Personally, I think that something happens when you've grown together with someone for a long time. Call it bonding. Call it a conviction that the so-called greener grass on the "other side" still needs watering, and mowing and weeding, and who knows what, and -- hey -- maybe the grass on my side is gift. Call it love -- whatever else may be lacking -- love is not.
Your bud
Ruben
Okay, from a woman who was married for 25 years to a man who liked lots of other women....It's called compromise (or is it complacency?). I learned to accept him for what he was...a cheater....but I stuck around because my kids needed their father in their lives. I vowed to never bring another man into their lives, and I stuck to that vow. Once the youngest turned 16, I was outta there....and even at that age (my oldest was 26), they all were heartbroken, in disbelief, and didn't understand why. So yes, compromise....acceptance....a real "stick to it" attitude....I finally gave up after all that time. Sigh.....Love it Deb. You always make me laugh!
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