Marriage is such hard work. And it's full of rage and real human drama.
Marriage is one long conversation, chequered by disputes.
When you're dealing with an ambivalent relationship, you're constantly on guard, grappling with questions of trust.
Len and I had parted musical ways and this was one of the problems.
Love has been in perpetual strife with monogamy.
Here we go again. Always a few drinks, but sometimes even sober, we play the unhappiness game; endlessly round and round. Ding dong. Tighter and tighter. On and on. Push me pull you. Come here and i'll tell you how much i hate you. Hang on a minute while i leave you. All the while we know we are missing the point, whatever the point used to be.
Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.
We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it
I hardly said a word to my wife until I said 'yes' to divorce.
The city is overrun by a flock of ill-used, and ill-using, petulant, libidinous, extravagant, ill-fitting husbands and wives as a sink is overrun with the foul water of the whole house.
Editorial castigates the many divorce seekers from other states coming for Indiana liberal divorce laws