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        Monday, June 23, 2008

    My Wife Is Better Than Your Wife...

    And be you a woman, she is better than you, too.

    If you're married, and don't feel that way, well, just why the fuck did you marry her? Why do you bother to stay married? Dump the bitch and go find one who steals your heart, and keeps it safe next to hers, so they beat together.

    I mean it.

    The world is moving on, into a new and different time. You need a Battle Buddy, a cook, and someone you trust to cover you in combat, and who you know damn well would die before she allowed harm to happen to her cubs. Or better yet, kill her opponent, mercilessly.
    You don't even have to be married. The faggots have devalued that particular coin of the realm. Just commit to each other, til death do you part, and understand that, goshdarnit, it really could occur.

    If you can't imagine yourself dying to keep your woman alive, or dying yourself should she move on into that Great Mystery, sure, fuck her, and then move on. My woman has been gone to her ladies group for three hours, and already the very marrow of my bones cries out for her return. And I could have pretty much any woman I wanted.

    Five days nearly killed me. Yeah, I don't get it, either. I just know it's real.

    Even girlfriends still want 'security'. I have had several at the same time, and I can attest to that. But you need to understand, at the core of your being, what 'forever' actually means. I am so ashamed of my failed first marriage that I still can't look myself in the eyes in the mirror. Children grow up, and you get pot luck, but you picked that woman, and made solemn promises and vows in front of God, and usually your entire family.

    An admission of failure after all that, rips your soul in half.

    And you don't get it back. You are diminished...forever. You lied to God, and you broke a contract with a woman you loved. Or she broke it with you. Whatever.

    I was lucky enough to find a woman who was willing to replace my torn soul with part of hers, and then we intertwined and rebuilt ourselves and became one. You hurt one of us, you have hurt us both. And when I hurt her with my temper, my stupid mouth, I might have just as well have driven an icicle into my own heart.

    I repent to her like I repent to God. I'll even go to my knees if I have to. And I kneel to no other human on this earth.

    Of course, it will totally suck if she dumps me.