I've seen a lot of cracks in a lot of relationships. Some people are lucky or pig stubborn enough to make it work until they die, but that's a hell of a thing to ask of anybody to commit to someone for (if we're talking on my scale) decades when you don't even know who you're going to be in fifty years, let alone who the person you marry is going to be. You need to be compatible, or at least fit okay together, in so many ways.
Then there's fighting about in-laws, or your wants for the future pull you in different directions, or a woman doesn't want her husband to touch her anymore because she had a baby and everything feels weird but he can't live without having sex ever dammit, or money trouble, or political differences, or life-changing injuries, or illness, or they fight all the time over stupid shit, or one of them can't keep it in their pants, or boredom, or loneliness, or something their partner just can't do for them because it's not in their nature, or Lady forbid they lose a child and everything just collapses and they can't look at each other anymore, or a thousand other things that hit people all the time. You name it, I've probably been paid to fuck it. We pretty much expect all our other relationships to change, and it ain't weird for friendships to just drift apart and end.
I agree. Nothing lasts. But if we know that, why do anything at all?
For me, it's always been for that thing right in the middle. The in-between. That part between the beginning and the inevitable end. I'm going to enjoy it as long as I can.
That's true. But we were talking about getting/being married, and for whatever reason "married" seems to mean "we do and are everything for each other forever" however long that turns out to be. Except "forever" isn't something people are usually cut out for. Or "everything" for that matter. Some people buck those odds, but I'm not laying money on it being me.
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Then there's fighting about in-laws, or your wants for the future pull you in different directions, or a woman doesn't want her husband to touch her anymore because she had a baby and everything feels weird but he can't live without having sex ever dammit, or money trouble, or political differences, or life-changing injuries, or illness, or they fight all the time over stupid shit, or one of them can't keep it in their pants, or boredom, or loneliness, or something their partner just can't do for them because it's not in their nature, or Lady forbid they lose a child and everything just collapses and they can't look at each other anymore, or a thousand other things that hit people all the time. You name it, I've probably been paid to fuck it. We pretty much expect all our other relationships to change, and it ain't weird for friendships to just drift apart and end.
Ain't the feeling I question. It's the lasting.
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For me, it's always been for that thing right in the middle. The in-between. That part between the beginning and the inevitable end. I'm going to enjoy it as long as I can.
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For the record, I think you'd be a good partner. You undersell yourself.
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