tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030089012413435233.post1051407933908260284..comments2024-03-02T13:53:35.718-08:00Comments on The Chattering Crow: Marriage as a public sportLouise Plummerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09305804499876081623noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030089012413435233.post-30137999575766749422015-03-24T00:50:54.893-07:002015-03-24T00:50:54.893-07:00George...it's true. You woudn't believe me...George...it's true. You woudn't believe me if I told you. But there was an MBA study session in Las Vegas, and lady of the night roomate walking through the study session on her way to meet the very man. It was before the wedding but after the pregnancy and my huz had to put me in a headlock so I wouldn't call the Enquirer. I hate cheaters.Angie Larkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01248429737525187809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030089012413435233.post-86913946236520358332015-01-30T02:42:56.507-08:002015-01-30T02:42:56.507-08:00In our 6 years of living together I slept on the c...In our 6 years of living together I slept on the couch once since he kept waking me up since I was snoring and then when I woke up in the morning I was so confused I yelled so loud I am sure our neighbors thought I was a real wacko! Bailie @ The Hemborg Wifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16723431374621324385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030089012413435233.post-62083361973064876242015-01-29T15:23:39.832-08:002015-01-29T15:23:39.832-08:00I can't stop staring at the babe in the yellow...I can't stop staring at the babe in the yellow dress, circa 1964.Megan Goateshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06406779518126701920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030089012413435233.post-66984740937864453932015-01-29T13:51:43.163-08:002015-01-29T13:51:43.163-08:00You were adorable!
My crisis hit at the 3 week m...You were adorable! <br /><br />My crisis hit at the 3 week mark. After our first spat, I left our student housing apartment and walked back to my old dorm, where I watched a movie with my old roommates. I couldn't tell them I made the biggest mistake of my life and married an ass, so I lied about how wonderful newly wedded life was. My room mates got jealous and they practically escorted to the door at the end of the movie. <br />I wandered around campus for a while, trying to come up with an escape plan, but none came. <br />I gave up and went back to my new husband. He apologized, I promised to never leave in the middle of a fight again, and here we are 27 years later. At this point, we are too tired to think of anything besides running away from life together. The other options require too much work. heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14690910769000568136noreply@blogger.com