Marriage = Hard
Not sure how to start this one off.
OK, well, I started this blog as a way to therapeutically get through a separation and eventual divorce. I'd cook, eat, write, feel better, etc. etc.
And it helped. I cooked, I ate, I wrote, I eventually started feeling better. But, then, Michael and I started talking, and we realized that we didn't hate each other. In fact, we think each other are pretty cool. The problem is marriage. It's fucking hard. And, we are stubborn people. And we are terrible at fighting, because we both are sensitive. So, instead of talking, we yell. Or cry. And are mean. Which sucks. And leads to separations and eventually divorce.
But... we have these guys here:
And, they make it worth the effort to learn how to talk, and be nice, and evolve. So, that's where we're at. Michael is still living an hour and a half away, but we are spending a lot more time together, and trying to communicate, and trying to avoid old ruts and patterns.
Tonight, after the kids go to bed, I thought it might be nice to hang out over a romantic cocktail and avoid our old rut of:
1. put kids to bed
2. get in own bed
3. turn on TV
4. play on own laptops while watching TV
I was given the recipe for a lovely, romantic cocktail called the Old Cuban on eGullet and hope to make it this evening, provided I can find mint and bitters.
Happy St. Patty's Day all.