One of my friends told me yesterday afternoon to go home and be thankful that I have Shawn. I did just that and even after spending all day together at work, he was happy to see me. Really happy. After twenty-five years. But who knows what will happen next year, right? Or in 15 like the Gores. They just called it quits. Just couldn't take it any more. Did he leave his socks on the floor too many times? Was she too cranky? I think it was enough already with trying to save the world, let's go dancing instead.
Here's a good article about marriage. Now go home and be thankful.
NY Times - The 40-Year Itch
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