The New York Times (my favorite morning procastination device while I try to absorb enough caffeine to function like a normal human being) reports that 51% of women are now living without spouses. Well y'all, welcome to my world.
Not that all of us who are living without spouses are unmarried; some are temporarily separated by choice or by situation. But there's probably a lot like me, comfortably "shacked up" and enjoying the arrangement, thank you very much. Although I'd probably enjoy it more in a house with walk-in closets.
The New York Times is also the source of two of my favorite articles of late, one ("Saying Yes to Mess") that I shared with my boyfriend/housemate and one ("What Shamu Taught Me About a Happy Marriage") that I kept as my little secret. The boyfriend was not amused when I quoted the line in the former about really neat people being "humorless and inflexible prigs." But the truth hurts, ya know?
Both of the articles have been sources of comfort, inspiration, and outright laughter as I explore "living without a spouse" and the idea -- so incompatible with the mantra of "till death do us part" -- that living with another person is a choice that I get to make every day. If I really hated stubbing my toe on the boots he leaves right between the bedroom door and bedside lamp, arguing about how the extra light bulb in the bathroom fixture really is essential to keep me from slitting my ankles when I shave my legs and not just a waste of electricity, and (prepare to gasp in horror) living with a Republican, I wouldn't have to. But then I'd really have nothing to write about.
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Did you get another light bulb yet?? Some of us Republicans aren't too bad...there are some Democrats that I'd leave at the curb...lol!
The lightbulb is always there -- it's just an ongoing war of whether it's screwed in.
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