Saturday, November 17, 2007
We Die A Little Every Day
Being married lately is a little bit like getting my heart broken almost every day. A stab here, a kick there. Tonight my wife asked me if I am having an affair (out of the clear blue sky). When I was over the shock of the question, I answered NO, emphatically, and started to ask her what prompted this question. No sooner than the question is out of her mouth she asks me about Christmas in San Diego. Non sequitur anonymous.
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Oh dear. This is so very sad. It has sounded like there are issues for a while. I hope you can get the communication going to a point where things improve.
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