tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post115934779939878421..comments2023-11-03T09:09:32.113-04:00Comments on Behind the Stove: You look at me and you see your past, Is that the reason why you're running so fast? - Matthew Wilder, "Break My Stride"BabelBabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00467487618830618571noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159460860281798722006-09-28T12:27:00.000-04:002006-09-28T12:27:00.000-04:00The (historically recent) romantic ideal of requir...The (historically recent) romantic ideal of requiring one person to fulfill all of your needs - companionship, passion, friendship, financial stability, co-parenting, hobbies, everything - drives me crazy. NO ONE can do that, and so EVERYONE is left feeling like their relationship isn't up to par. Far healthier to step back and admit that your spouse doesn't "complete" you and figure out what you are willing to live without (like passion) or get from others (like shared interests.)Velmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06425566563311066790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159411599378834532006-09-27T22:46:00.000-04:002006-09-27T22:46:00.000-04:00What MsCellania said reminds me that whenever we'r...What MsCellania said reminds me that whenever we're having a bad day with the children one of us mutters to the other "If we ever split up, YOU'RE getting Son #2".<BR/><BR/>- SuseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159403310415156802006-09-27T20:28:00.000-04:002006-09-27T20:28:00.000-04:00You already *know* what I think about marriage :-)...You already *know* what I think about marriage :-) Very well put though.<BR/>Mr LC had ONE job to do at the Girl's party: hold the pinata up (it was a pull-string one) and even that he did grudgingly. I cannot conceive of a 15 minute conversation about party favours!lazy cowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10756448890246596503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159398853476054152006-09-27T19:14:00.000-04:002006-09-27T19:14:00.000-04:00The worst thing about marriage is having to live w...The worst thing about marriage is having to live with someone! I share my house only reluctantly with my man. (I understand the kids have to stay so I don't even waste time thinking about how nice it would be to be living on my own!) It kills the romance pretty much stone dead. But I do love that someone out there is thinking about me. Someone wants to go forth into the future with me. And someone makes just as many compromises as I do just so that they can hang around to hear me rant, and nag, and whinge.<BR/><BR/>I agree with Bec, the abscence of shooting is a major positive! ;)Lynne@Oberonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11287485218017416023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159391731579229592006-09-27T17:15:00.000-04:002006-09-27T17:15:00.000-04:00I swear, the death of any great romance is marriag...I swear, the death of any great romance is marriage.<BR/>Combining FINANCES?! SHARING?! <BR/>Then the kicker:<BR/>HAVING CHILDREN?!<BR/>ACK!<BR/>I define my marriage with my husband as having 'arrived'; we no longer try to change each other.<BR/>And I took the advice of an elderly friend when he said "Make it a Rule that the One to Ask for the Divorce gets the Kids. It will scare away any future partners, if nothing else... "<BR/>I think loving and respecting one's spouse is enough. You don't have to LIKE them all the time.MsCellaniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05399187248681818440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159388845791473092006-09-27T16:27:00.000-04:002006-09-27T16:27:00.000-04:00Maybe I'm not romantic. Scratch that - I'm defini...Maybe I'm not romantic. Scratch that - I'm definitely not romantic.<BR/><BR/>We are all blinded by love in the beginning of a relationship.<BR/><BR/>In my case, a robot could have walked in front of me yelling, "Danger Will Robinson!" and I wouldn't have seen it.<BR/><BR/>Maybe after 12 years most people are like roommates with the occasional perk.<BR/><BR/>Because once you get to know somebody so intimately, the mystery is gone. And those annoying mannerisms that were just a little bit annoying at first, are FREAKING AGGRAVATING!Carohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11160632952978584244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159369309112225612006-09-27T11:01:00.000-04:002006-09-27T11:01:00.000-04:00I'm doing more lurking than commenting these days,...I'm doing more lurking than commenting these days, but I'm still here, and I'm still solidly in your corner, and I so love the way you don't sugar coat the realities of your life, and I think you've got a pretty darn good one, warts and all.<BR/><BR/>One of the things I like so much about your writing is that, so often, your candid/heartfelt reflection helps me see my own world in a different way. You give me so much to think about -- and I'm not even talking about the books. (The books...!)<BR/><BR/>And P.S. You're spot on -- spouses are not meant to be our absolute be-alls and end-alls. No way.Peghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05418469059724674167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159362740705334932006-09-27T09:12:00.000-04:002006-09-27T09:12:00.000-04:00What Badger said.What Badger said.Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03753481035768736548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159362121352500672006-09-27T09:02:00.000-04:002006-09-27T09:02:00.000-04:00My husband always misunderstands me. I can be sitt...My husband always misunderstands me. I can be sitting there talking about something I want to do eventually and he'll get all upset and say that we don't have the money to do that now. I want to scream, "I didn't SAY I wanted to do it now, you idiot! Don't you listen to what I say?" He doesn't -- he only ever hears part of it. It would have taken us longer to straighten out the chocolate misunderstanding than it took you guys.Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12066257241391122732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159361379244195602006-09-27T08:49:00.000-04:002006-09-27T08:49:00.000-04:00Dude, I'm telling you, your husband is autistic. V...Dude, I'm telling you, your husband is autistic. VERY VERY high-functioning, but on the spectrum. I'd bet money on it. For reals.Badgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08612452005428621885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159355486339254382006-09-27T07:11:00.000-04:002006-09-27T07:11:00.000-04:00Wait.Isn't $1/piece for chocolate cars, um, I dunn...Wait.<BR/><BR/>Isn't $1/piece for chocolate cars, um, I dunno...<I>extravagant</I>?<BR/><BR/>-J.Jokehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05672407657347134623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159350459235452342006-09-27T05:47:00.000-04:002006-09-27T05:47:00.000-04:00Wait! - you got your new laptop? Woo-hoo!Wait! - you got your new laptop? Woo-hoo!Bechttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10219854307291147169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685011.post-1159350349935414482006-09-27T05:45:00.000-04:002006-09-27T05:45:00.000-04:00I know those dreams. I wake up guilty too. Guilt...I know those dreams. I wake up guilty too. Guilty and pissed off if I've been woken up too soon!<BR/><BR/>I like that description of marriage. Also, I remember a line from an old, old western where the grouchy old dad was asking the young male suitor:"Do you like my daughter?" and the lad stammers: "I-I-I love her, sir" and the old man says "Of course you do, but that's no good. Love don't last forever and when it's gone you're gonna have to like each other or shoot each other and I ain't having my girl shot!"<BR/><BR/>So here's to the absence of shooting, BB, and to more of those comfort dreams when you need them.Bechttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10219854307291147169noreply@blogger.com