1. It's not fun.
There's no romance any more, if there ever was one. Neither spouse shows any concern or love for the other except in bed-for sexual gratification only.
2. Don't confuse sex with love.
All too often having sex is interpreted and thought of as 'making love'. This is the oldest lie I've ever known, because where one or the other no longer cares, love is not there. It's strictly sex, not love.
3. Entrapment
One or both spouses begin to feel trapped into their marriage. Whether it's for the sake of their children, pets, or financial reasons, or a combination, if not everything combined.
Sex becomes an obligation; it's not fun, and you can't wait for it to be over. The regret is that you have to tolerate it again the next day. It's rape, but so what?
If sex isn't an issue, it solves a lot of problems, but each spouse will grate on the others nerves after a while. Once that happens, it's often too late.
I know I'm crazy in ways you're not. Stay out of the marriage game if you don't want to lead a miserable life, filled with obligations you can't meet (meat).
1. You think you're in love.
Welcome to the puppy dilemma. If you're lucky, it can last more than two days.
2. You've sworn to always care and protect your spouse you love so much.
Again, wait a couple days-it may be as long as a month or so.
3. You're financially secure, and you can't think of having a better mate to raise your children.
Just wait for the time when they start whining worse than a vacuum cleaner (I have to use ear muffs when I use one.) Not just that, the high pitch screams-out of anger or happiness, it makes no difference. Going to a rock 'n' roll concert isn't as damaging on the ears as the human babies you thought you wanted. Isn't it wonderful to know that you can't take them to the pound, and you're stuck with them-forever-when you wished you never had any? What happened to the perfect world you had all planned out? The financial security you thought you had runs out before they become teenagers, and then they want more than everything they see.
Believe me-if it weren't for the kid, I'd be gone, regardless of waiting for any alias. I'll just have to wing it as best I can, I guess. I can't leave the kid, and that's all that holds me now.
See, I don't want to ever marry, or be forced into another one-I don't care if they're straight or not. Any marriage is by force. When I'm being forced or pressured to say and do what I don't like, my attitude towards the other one changes. Don't ever expect me to want to marry-anyone. Joe's the last, and I can't wait for it to be over. Like I told Trish, if the kid's death occurs in the near future, I'll be in New Zealand on or before June 18, 2001. I need a good playground-S.L.O. used to be perfect, but it's ruined beyond repair for me-for the next several thousand years, if it were left alone to repair itself. It used to be so beautiful-a Geologists marvel. I remember climbing Bishops Peak and looking at the chain of volcanoes that went inland and out to sea-Morro Rock was in the chain.
You want me to clarify what I just told you of how my attitude changes? Okay, it's happened too many times, anyway. Upon acquiring a male friend, everything's fine until the male friend starts to feel that he should make a pass or do something to attempt a sexual encounter. When that happens, I have no choice but to call it quits, I'm not interested, and the friendship can't continue, because having stated my refusal, the 'atmosphere' is too uncomfortable to remain friends. So don't try to change your stripes, or attempt to become what you are not, and never can be. Beware of the leopards who try to change their spots, and those who try to change your stripes and spots for you. Don't feel you are obligated to become bisexual, heterosexual or homosexual if you have no desire to do so. It's not worth it. When I say I'm tired, I mean tired. No more forcing, an end to a forced marriage gone from bad to worse. Don't get yourself in the same dilemma.
Please don't take it personally. I don't reject you; the problem is within myself.
I'm still saving up the seeds. I figure three cups should be enough, because I was never a seedeater, so I shouldn't have any resistance built up. There is an undercurrent in my writing the scenarios I did. If you do choose S.L.O., more power to you. It'll be the last you'll ever see of me, probably. As much as I loved that playground, it holds too many horrors for me now.