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Love & War

I’m a quiet fighter.  I begin with radio silence and then launch into a brutal stream of, I statements... “When you said blank, it made me feel blank.” Here we go… let the tense discussion begin! Peter and I “discuss fight.”  We don’t raise our voices and we talk it out until we resurface from the depths of marital woe.  Our fights have never...

La, la living with your partner before w...

The move-in conversation between Peter and I went something like this: Peter:  Maybe we should think about getting a place together. Cathleen:  (Distantly) Okay… Peter:  (Concern enters his voice) What?  Do you not want to? Cathleen: (Defensively) No, I want to...but… Peter: But... what? Cathleen:  If we move in together… it has to end in marriage.  I am too old...

Married people suck!

The twenty year old me would be horrified to discover the thirty-something-old me writing a blog about marriage.  First of all, because the word blog was not yet invented and secondly, I thought marriage was tragically un-hip back then.  It’s not like I was morally against marriage.  I just didn’t care about it.  It was a stodgy, old thing for boring, old people.  It...

I’ll grab the cheesecake, you bring the ...

I was able to catch up with a good friend this past weekend.  I was crashing on her futon while in town rehearsing a play.  Friends for nearly a decade, we once took a now infamous trip to Ireland together with our boyfriends, my brother and his girlfriend.  We were lured to the motherland by cheap tickets on Aer Lingus and naïve optimism that six people in crumbling relationships...

Getting down to brass tacks

When I was a little girl, I never dreamed of getting married.  I just knew I would.  It was never an obsession but rather a fact of life like college debt and cavities.  My parents are still married and happily it seems.  They met at church, and when I say church I mean in Taiwan as a nun and priest.  Scandals aside, it is a very romantic story.  One that would compel me on a...