| Friday, September 23, 2005, 8:29:01 AM |
Reading your blog, flcamfan, I can see well that you are a doting, maybe even faithful husband who cares for his family and loves them a lot. I have a great deal of admiration for people who live like that and still think they fully live their lives and they get all out of it they wish. I think my parents had a fulfilled and happy marriage, too, until they were killed together in this fateful car crash. As for me - I just do not seem to be the person for enduring relationships; whenever I made an attempt at it, I was disappointed. It's maybe the way I look or I am built, but sooner or later, usually sooner, men become protective and possessive and think, they have to decide for me. I guess they feel also supported in this by social customs and our patriarchal religion. Of course I notice sentences like "What a stroke of luck, that the woman he loves is also his wife" in McEvan's latest novel "Saturday". People I love are never mine - but this does not mean I don't love them and that I am not loved. |
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