“Wake up, wake up,” the husband said. “My uh, mandible is killing me.”
I’m dreaming “Rebecca” and he’s hollering mandible? Or maybe in my sleep filled mind I transformed his word into something more poetic. That’s marriage for you.
And I’m wondering when did problems become “issues?” Whatever became of working things out in a marriage instead of calling it quits and moving on? To what? A blending of two people is tricky business. Different upbringing, background, ideas about raising children. It’s work; a job like any other but a lifetime together should be the goal once you say “I do.”
This comes to mind because a young woman I know, with a one year old, told me her husband wants out. Two years was enough, he said. Two years. I wanted to shake him ’til he rattled but she said she’d manage. The baby was too young to realize what had happened. Not the values I believe in.
What’s your take? Am I old fashioned or is divorce the easy way out and let the kids fall where they may?
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