10 May 2002

Don't we get the same privilege that our dads had?

I mean after all, thinking way back (like a almost two years ago) on my first (and last and only) marriage, we (supposedly) started out from nothing, building a life, starting fresh, almost like the phoenix rising from the ashes.

We need, in this day and age, to live up to the expectations that our fathers achieved a certain level in society, and therefore we, at the age of 18, should START from where they left off and grow from there.

Everyone wonders why the divorce rate these days is so high.

Let me tell you.

When we get married, we're not allowed to "start out."  We already have to "be there."  If we're not, then there must be something significantly wrong with us.  I mean after all, if I'm not a self-made millionaire with three summer homes at the age of thirty, who the FUCK is to blame besides me?

At my age (33 minus a few days, for you who want to buy me gifts - preferably Brittany Daniel), my dad, at the age of 33, had just (within the last year) completed a construction job on the World Trade Center.  The year was 1976.  I went that summer with him to watch the ships sail into New York in celebration of the 200th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence.  I was seven.  We were not even in the same time zone as rich.  My parents fought, the argued, but they stayed together.

As of right now... 5/10/2002... Twenty-six years after the last paragraph, sixteen years after I graduated high school, my parents have two homes, their own business, and more money than they can shake a stick at.  Part of that is due to their "poverty" mentality that has been lost in this day and age (by me as well until recently), that you don't spend what you don't have.

They didn't go through a "trial separation," they didn't "explore their sexuality," or whatever else most people (including my ex-in laws) did when THEIR situations turned sour.  They hung in there.  They realized that the words they uttered at their marriage actually meant something, that when they said, "until death do us part," it meant, "until death do us part or I haven't moved into that beach house in Malibu with the view of the ocean by the age of 23, at which time I may file for divorce and find someone who can fulfill my materialistic existence in full, emotion be damned."

And we wonder why there's a FIFTY percent divorce rate in this shithole we call America.

Fuck all of you.  I'm getting drunk.  Relationships are too much work.