The Daily Scene from My Desk | Marriage
It’s 3:45pm. I’m at my computer in my office. D is at his computer in his office. Adjacent offices. I’ll let you decide who’s who. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s 3:45pm. I’m at my computer in my office. D is at his computer in his office. Adjacent offices. I’ll let you decide who’s who. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m pregnant! Also self-conscious, excited, apprehensive, disbelieving, elated and more.
There’s no denying it: D and I have been ‘doing it’! Doing it?
I’ll never forget a conversation with my 18-year old daughter. Read the rest of this entry »
From the beginning of our marriage, I struggled to listen to D. I’m talking about non-anxious listening. The kind that isn’t on edge, waiting to get my next comments out there on the table based on what I think I know.
This is ironic. Read the rest of this entry »
Ever since posting Part 18, I’ve been wondering about empathy and whether it was present in our early marriage.
To put it baldly, Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve got empathy on my mind this morning. Or better, lack thereof. When I think about capacities I didn’t have when I married D, empathy is right there near the top of the list.
It didn’t come up for debate or discussion the way money, sex and spirituality did. Read the rest of this entry »
Time for a break and a little fun. We’re in our second year of marriage, enjoying a visit from D’s Mom. In the photo above D and I are sitting behind a charcoal kiln. We’re somewhere in the area around Boston and the North Shore. D’s Mom took the photo. The pictures below include brief comments on fashion. Mine, of course. Since this photo isn’t particularly fashionable, please keep moving along…. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve sometimes wondered how I could spend the rest of my life with D. Not because I hated him, but because we’re so different from each other. Not in seemingly minor ways, but in major ways that being in love tended to obscure or deny.
Overall, my best survival instinct Read the rest of this entry »
Fall 1965 to Fall 1968. I’m allergic to spending money. Unfortunately, I’ve married a man who isn’t at all allergic to spending money. Nor does he seem particularly concerned about Read the rest of this entry »
It’s fall 1965, just months after our wedding. Today I’m going to meet D’s Uncle G. for the first time. He’s in the photo above.
Right now we’re getting ready to drive to New York City. D is wearing his best suit, a white dress shirt with cuff links, and a skinny tie. The left cuff link has a small clock face that actually tells the time of day. A windup version. Always impressive.
I’m wearing Read the rest of this entry »
Yesterday’s post suggests this marriage may not survive. Unfortunately, we didn’t know about Myers Briggs personality profiles until the mid-1980s. What a revelation and quick education! So today’s post lists how I live with an ISTJ. Read the rest of this entry »