She was helplessly lost, tossed on destiny's increasingly torrid waves. Tossed and helpless in my arms, just as helpless. I took her hand, kissed it, and said not a word. As fate inevitable calls, arm in arm, we come together. I think not.
Marriage is the most difficult profession on earth, besides raising children.
If you keep your individuality you can count on disagreements, and if you become a shadow, you are lost. So don't tell me that there are marriages made in heaven. I can recall a time in my life when I would have disappeared off the face of the earth, taken a new identity, run away from home, or any of the above. My remedy was to hire a baby sitter and walk through the snow, have tea with rum, delightful pastries, and sit quietly and peacefully, and think, and pray. I was thin, thank God.