It's Amazing To Me How Few Guys

Some Of My Very Closest Friends Are My Guy Friends, Going Back To The Third Grade, So I Believe In The Integrity Of The Male-female Friendship.

I Don't Break Up, I Trade Up

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.

The Person Who Wants Out Of The Relationship Always Gets Her Way.

I Think Of How Each Person In A Marriage Owes It To The Other To Find Individual Happiness, Even In A Shared Life. That This Is The Only Way To Grow Together, Instead Of Apart.