Whoever said marriages are made in heaven died light years away from being married
Drunk on textbook definitions and arrogant ignorance of what married in love looks like
Ever wondered why the married never write about marriage objectively
Because the objective truths of marriage aren't bestsellers
And unless it's a bestselling idea
How do you sell it to a capitalist world pretending to be communists of convenience
Marriages are ugly, mad, angry, and all kinds of crazy and borderline psychotic
But then, had they accepted and agreed to that, it'd blemish the very heavens they said marriages were made in
And you know how most things in life are a morsels of good in periodic episodes but otherwise shades of shit; marriage is no different
Unless you maneuver the shit, you won't get to the morsels
But then again, you don't want any of that shit, do you
Although, statistically fifty-percent of that shit is your shit
But then no one likes to be held a mirror to, especially with their ass bare naked, farting and shitting all over, do they
For someone who gets fucked over by life every now and then
Between breakfasts and lunches, and lunches and dinners
How optimistic do you have to be to believe marriage is a rollercoaster but on plain land
It’s not people who have fucked over marriage
People are messy, flawed, delusional; that's a given
What fucked over people is the deluded idea of what ideal marriages should look and sound and feel like
This obsession with the 'ideal' —
Like perfection is a prerequisite
Like conflict is failure
Like compromise is defeat
As if two people can live together forever
Without wanting to run each other over in a parking lot
At least once a week
Ideal is a beautiful synonym for imaginary, except no one seems to remember
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