She came in through the bathroom window.

I’m beginning to notice something quuuiiiteee interesting about Love and Marriage. I won’t go head first into it, but I’ve noticed that long long ago we married men without love, perhaps to bear children or for financial stability in a male. Love had little to do with it. This continued on for quite a while in all sorts of cultures, then in shakperian times a man would fall in love with a woman at first glance and would marry immediatly. There was little logic in it. The best love stories of the time involved a woman marrying outside her class/rank or vice versa and what a magnificent feat it was. Then again in the depression and the wars, people married to continue leniage and so they had something to come home to after the war. Then people learned how to get divorced. 

It seems this is a bit of a pattern. I think we’re in a place now where we give up easy, and put entirely too much thought into our decisions. Awkward phase…