She was attractive with a social personality, yet possessed a subtlety that led me to believe hers had been a life of frequent disappointment. I considered this a tempting quality; a challenge frankly, to be the first and perhaps only man who wouldn’t let her down.
In spring of this year the Queen and I were blessed with a vacation through Italy and Greece. This was her first experience in Europe and I hadn’t been in well over a decade. One of our many preparations for the trip was learning about the cultures of the places we would be visiting. How is tipping considered at restaurants in Rome?
As I consider my approaching marriage to the Queen, there are two topics that scare the shit out of me: kids and money. Both are dripping with danger and disagreement for obvious reasons, and because of that, most remarrying couples don’t give them the attention they deserve, until it’s too late.
I have a cousin who believes it’s his inalienable right to pilfer any unprotected cell phone and using the closest social media app wreak havoc in the owner’s life. He once announced his sister’s pregnancy on her Facebook feed. She spent the remainder of the week assuring friends that middle-aged women aren’t nearly so fertile.
There’s no such thing as a ‘relationship problem’. A romantic relationship, and even a marriage, at its most fundamental and technical, represents the agreement of two people with common goals. Two individuals agreeing informally or formally to ‘do life’ together. But that arrangement isn’t organic; it doesn’t get sick, suffer PMS, or endure mood swings. A relationship won’t argue when you leave the toilet seat up or throw a fit for spending too much at ULTA. Relationships aren’t alive; the people in them are. So why do we insist otherwise?