Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Friday, June 05, 2009
Have you ever had someone try to help you with something and get frustrated because you don't need or want help? Have you felt somehow slighted because the other person thought you couldn't do it yourself? That's how I feel about my marriage right now.
I used to think that Rachel and I had a pretty strong marriage, an equal partnership based on shared goals and ideals, mutual respect, and, above all, love and friendship. While we certainly aren't perfect, I would never have guessed that we were in imminent danger of getting divorced. How wrong I was.