Jasper's Mom, I liked what you had to say! I had 22 years in my first marriage. Only a year in the 2nd, but she and I are still friends. And my (hopefully) last marriage has been legal for 13 years and we lived together for a year while I was persuading her to make an honest man of me.
I was half-jokingly "confessing" to Marge that it was my fault this morning about something trivial (can't remember what now). We laughed when I recalled out loud various "lists" of men's usual "confessions:"
I don't know what you mean!
I didn't do it!
[Insert name, like you, he, the devil] made me do it!
Would you like some chocolate?
I was wrrrrrrrrrrrnn... is something burning?
Sometimes I'll have a grievance, and want to talk about it, but the phone rings and Marge is talking to someone, and as time goes on, I think to myself: "Is this really worth the knock-down drag-out I'm making it be in my mind? Why not save the energy for something that really boils my blood?"
What has marriage to Marge taught me about life? That life gets better every day!
