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Tonight my husband told me that he doesn't feel "comfortable enough with me" to tell me that he didn't want pizza for dinner. The only thing I can ask myself after such a revelation is: What kind of marriage is that? What kind of friendship is that? What is that?
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Hopefully it's just one of the (approximately) 4,500,672 moronic things a husband will say throughout the course of your lifetime together, which, in the longrun, end up not really meaning anything. In our six years of marriage, my husband has almost hit the half-a-mil mark! At this point, I'm actually rooting for him! "Yah! Way to go, Champ! That one was ESPECIALLY ridiculous!! Keep 'em comin' Honey!!"
Posted by: diane | August 18, 2002 3:10 PM
ugh. {{Julie}}
Did he tell you what he <i>meant</i> by that comment? It's pretty vague, and I think (hell, I *know*) that you deserve an explanation. Maybe it will answer your question. (What <b>is</b> that?)
Posted by: Carolyn/riversprite | August 19, 2002 3:18 PM