My Views on Marriage
I woke up this morning realizing that I will never marry again. I’ve tried it more than once, more than twice, and I am not good at it. I like living alone, having no one to answer to, worry about, argue with; no one to build up those small resentments against me or me against them, the resentments that slowly but surely erode a relationship. Life is in the details, they say, and I agree. It’s usually not the big stuff that destroys a marriage. But rather those hairline fractures, those little annoyances, quirks, faults, and defects that finally put the nail in the coffin of that thing we can marriage.
Breaking up hurts too much, I will not risk marriage again.
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