Tuesday, June 30, 2009

From Jezebel, strangely enough, and about Mark Sanford...

...but it still punched me in the snoot. To wit:

Lots of people do get into relationships that require way more work to hold together than it seems like is healthy for anyone. I'm as guilty of this as anyone else: I've had my ultimatum-issuing moments; my moments of pretending everything's okay for the sake of keeping the peace ; my moments of silently weeping in bed, waiting for someone to fall asleep, pretending that not talking about it can make the problems go away and that just trying harder will make us not-unhappy and that not being miserable is a step along the path back to happiness. Commitment is important, right?

And, sometimes, I suppose, it can be. But other times — many other times — the betrayal is too great and the emotions are too dark and the road ahead doesn't go back to being nicely paved, but turns into gravel, then dirt and then mud.



3 comments:

LVN Nursing said...

Thats how life is takes us through the black and white and the greys. Introspection is more relevant in all contexts.

Just My 2¢ said...

Ya know...
My first wife eventually was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic. I was freed when I realized that I couldn't have kept us together if there had been 3 of me. She didn't need a husband - she needed a full-time staff.

chuckr44 said...

I used to be married. I don't mind working hard for my wife if my work actually helps her feel better and adds something to the relationship. But if all my work changes nothing, it's better to part ways.

I'm happy to be divorced now.