Everytime people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.
Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.
The question I've asked more often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I supposed these questions storm cloud over every marriage: What are you thinking how are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.
Nick is like a good stiff drink: He gives everything the correct perspective.
To pretend to be calm is to be calm, in a way.