The best kind of friend is the kind with whom you can discuss all manner of things, from the symbolism of Miley Cyrus miming sexual congress with a giant inflatable hot dog, to Russia vs. Ukraine and the wage gap, and everything in between. John is that kind of friend to me, for which I am thankful. He is very inquisitive, and likes to find out where truth ends and opinion begins, and where in that space people build their walls. When we first started dating I was unused to long, detailed explorations of the ramifications of legalizing marijuana or taking your children to nude beaches, and it was quite an eye-opener for me. My family sublimates all disagreement and negative emotion, and I am a very bossy, opinionated person who tends to shoot first and ask questions later, so it was a weird mix and I had to adjust my perspective. Because of the questions John asked me I was confronted with the realization that a lot of my opinions were based on culture more than truth, and that was a hard thing to accept. I think I've made a fair amount of progress in the time that John and I have been married, and I guess I'm pretty close to perfect now, which is a relief. I thought it would take longer.
When saw we thee a minister, and let thee in?
22 hours ago
2 comments:
My husband is that kind of friend to me, and I can think of nothing better to ensure a happy marriage. This is the sort of chemistry that lasts. I don't know if you are perfect yet, but this post was.
I agree with beckster, this is a perfect post. The sentiments, of course, but also the deft shift in tone at the end. Classic Layne.
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