I have learned many things...
I have learned many things from marriage. Some of them good, and some of them bad. This weekend, a fire was kindled in my stomach. This fire is not unlike the fire I get in my stomach when I think of Dan Quayle or Al Gore appointing Supreme Court Justices.
This fire was kindled by more harsh words from the mouth of the woman who claims to love me. I hate lying, and realized this weekend that not only does she not love me, but she hasn't for at least five years. I wonder if she ever did - I wonder if her frequent jokes of, "At least I got my house out of it!" were not jokes at all, but were statements of fact that accurately describe what her goals were when marrying me.
Compromise on anything of significance is unknown to her. With an item of significance, it is an all or nothing proposition, and if she doesn't get her way on an order of completeness that is well over 90%, then you are trampling her, domineering, uncaring, and inflexible. Contrariwise, if you ask of her what she asks of you (ask for her to sacrifice something), you're bothering her and being unreasonable because it is clearly too much for her to do.
So, my lovely wife, when you told me, "It doesn't always have to be roses" when I brought home flowers, when you told me, "Call me and let me know what they say" when I was told to go to the ER for an emergency EKG, and when you told me that I create an aura of tension in the entire house by my very presence, you made things absolutely clear.
As I am peripheral to you and a blockade to your entire life, and all I ever did for you was provide you with a house, I'd like to present you with a middle finger. I'd like to thank you for having taught me to hate.
-Bartleby
This fire was kindled by more harsh words from the mouth of the woman who claims to love me. I hate lying, and realized this weekend that not only does she not love me, but she hasn't for at least five years. I wonder if she ever did - I wonder if her frequent jokes of, "At least I got my house out of it!" were not jokes at all, but were statements of fact that accurately describe what her goals were when marrying me.
Compromise on anything of significance is unknown to her. With an item of significance, it is an all or nothing proposition, and if she doesn't get her way on an order of completeness that is well over 90%, then you are trampling her, domineering, uncaring, and inflexible. Contrariwise, if you ask of her what she asks of you (ask for her to sacrifice something), you're bothering her and being unreasonable because it is clearly too much for her to do.
So, my lovely wife, when you told me, "It doesn't always have to be roses" when I brought home flowers, when you told me, "Call me and let me know what they say" when I was told to go to the ER for an emergency EKG, and when you told me that I create an aura of tension in the entire house by my very presence, you made things absolutely clear.
As I am peripheral to you and a blockade to your entire life, and all I ever did for you was provide you with a house, I'd like to present you with a middle finger. I'd like to thank you for having taught me to hate.
-Bartleby
posted by Bartleby at 11:41 AM
1 Comments:
Yes Brother, I second your middle finger. All too often Im reminded of the dog and cat analogy when thinking of the differences in men and women and the thin line of love and hate.In love and life men just as dogs are loyal. Loyal unto death. If you loved her once till your last dying breath your heart will continue to beat with adoration. therein lies the rub. "Noble" could be a word to describe this, Then again "Genetically Defunct" could be another. Just as men "love always", women on the other hand can at times seem to have hearts that suffer Alzheimer's. Women are like Cats. They sashe their way into your life, tail in the air waiting for someone to curl up into a ball with. And just as quickly as they sashe in, they can walk right out to the next house that provides a warm hearth and a tasty meal under a porch light that never goes off.What do women want? Security, nothing else. Whether its the 90 year old man with bags of money, or the apolloesqe muscle bound stud, in the end both men offer the same.A sense of security.Pity him who fails to provide this or falls victim to her perception of a lack thereof Women love yes, And love deeply as we can all attest. But unlike men this love can be like a faucet, flowing freely one minute, then shut off the next. Ive loved twice, in both cases I will love them until i am no more.I cant really say the same for them. This then begs the question. "what the hells the point" after all, we seek unconditional love, the kind that we offer. while women love conditionally, Curious.... be tight with the purse strings of the heart. That is I guess until conditions change.
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