is awesome when it is. When it’s about comfort, and hanging out, and kidding around, and doing sweet little things for each other, and cuddling and having someone to talk to at parties (though couples are never supposed to talk to each other when out with other people) and having someone who has your back in an emergency.

sucks when it does, like when it seems as if there’s no reason one should keep tolerating the pissing off habits of another person day in and day out, which sounds like just the plaint that is derided as not good enough reason to diss marriage, except that sometimes those habits infringe on your bodily integrity or your sanity because they are so thoughtless and selfish.

[I am writing this in the good times, in case anyone’s wondering, but it’s a short distance to the other side these days.]