I try to be really honest about my relationship with Mike while staying very loyal to him. Some parts of our relationship are not (and never will be) for other eyes/ears. I try to convey that marriage is really REALLY hard and that there are days (when I’m sitting in traffic, doing the dishes, looking at the ninth Frys charge on our bank account statement) I wonder why going at it alone never occurred to me. Life is just, so, relentless. It doesn’t stop. But my husband is so many things that I want my life to have (and my future child to have). He makes me laugh. And I find him really adorable.

Relationships are so tricky. There’s no point (and do him no good) by pretending all is well and fine and ignoring a single thing that may pop up. And NO ONE will ever know what a couple is like when they’re by themselves. Do they laugh easily? Do they snap? Do they touch often? Do they hardly look at one another?

To me, love is a commitment. If you commit to someone, nothing should matter more than that commitment. It’ll never be easy but it’ll always be worth it.

That whole comment was rather rambling and disjointed. In short, I love my husband more than I love shoe sales. But every now and again, I’m OK (no, I LOVE) when he goes out with the guys giving me free rein over the fridge and the TiVo.

I can’t weigh in about vodka (am a loser), but let me know when you start chatting about champagne. THAT conversation I can contribute to.

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Maya Angelou

Can I say that my life is better because my husband is in it? Yes, but that sure as hell doesn’t make it easy. It’s not all sunshine and puppies over here. It’s more like partly cloudy and mutts with bad breath.

Obviously I’m not completely devoid of reality and I know that things aren’t going to be perfect, but isn’t that what the vodka is for?

Ouch!

Patron can be a choice. An ‘other’ if you so choose. All I’m saying is that it rarely leads to anything good. I mean that first shot and then the “whoo!” stage. But the next morning, man, oh the next morning. I’ve been there and I’d prefer not to go back.