It was my friends’ wedding last Saturday. Prior to tying the knot, they were on for 10 years. That brings me to the question – having been through a long engagement, would getting married be any different? Would quantity be qualitative enough? The reason behind the question is not because of my unawareness over the uncommonness of probabilities. I guess it boils down to how my marriage is…
I was actually talking one co-employee out of getting hitched as I believe they were rushing into it. Then, there’s this friend I was teasing into settling down as it’s about time. However, I can’t seem to convince myself on how I’d go about my own.
Lately (or as usual), my wife and I get into discussions that lead into heated arguments. Sad as it may be, it’s about sticking still with each other or otherwise. Bottom-line, she gets into my nerves as much as I get into hers. There seems to be a lot of irreproachable excuses for us to call it quits yet there are consequential reasons to hang on. If I know any better, I’d deem the whole thing as just a phase.
How ironic it could be as inwardly, letting go is outwardly the logical option. Then perhaps, our uncertainty over whatever decision is what seems to be holding us back. Plus of course, the children are the most considerable factor. It shouldn’t be; or for all we know, we could just be insensibly using the children as an excuse to hold on.
Not being clouded with selfishness is a tinge of hope that everything will eventually fall into its proper places. There’s something worth fighting for. Such is the case in being patient for the time when roles will be acknowledged and duly portrayed.
I was actually talking one co-employee out of getting hitched as I believe they were rushing into it. Then, there’s this friend I was teasing into settling down as it’s about time. However, I can’t seem to convince myself on how I’d go about my own.
Lately (or as usual), my wife and I get into discussions that lead into heated arguments. Sad as it may be, it’s about sticking still with each other or otherwise. Bottom-line, she gets into my nerves as much as I get into hers. There seems to be a lot of irreproachable excuses for us to call it quits yet there are consequential reasons to hang on. If I know any better, I’d deem the whole thing as just a phase.
How ironic it could be as inwardly, letting go is outwardly the logical option. Then perhaps, our uncertainty over whatever decision is what seems to be holding us back. Plus of course, the children are the most considerable factor. It shouldn’t be; or for all we know, we could just be insensibly using the children as an excuse to hold on.
Not being clouded with selfishness is a tinge of hope that everything will eventually fall into its proper places. There’s something worth fighting for. Such is the case in being patient for the time when roles will be acknowledged and duly portrayed.