In America, marriage has been such a sacred institution that gays have been forbidden to exchange vows.
Time flies… has it been 34 years?
Our marriage has not been like Bonnie and Clyde, Antony and Cleopatra, King Edward VIII and Wallis Simpson, Burns and Allen, Ozzie and Harriet, John and Yoko Ono, or John Smith and Pocahontas.
Pocahontas’ romantic relationship set the stage for warm relations between white men and Indians for more than 400 years.
Marriage an outcome of love. Love is a battlefield (Pat Benatar), love is a deep river (Bette Midler), love is a razor (Patti Smith), love is strange (Donna Summer), love is wicked (Mary J. Blige), and this is a woman’s viewpoint put to music.
Male recording artists have their own take on marriage. Love is a hurting thing (James Brown). Love is murder (Sting). Love is dead (Billy Ocean). Love is just a four-letter word (Bryan Adams). Love is a bitch (Rolling Stones).
The real story is that our marriage blew up about five to eight years ago. One of us “grew out of love.”
Natural chemicals can be blamed for our downfall:
- Serotonin: Neural inhibitor that led to blind craziness.
- Norepinephrine: Stress hormones that made the heart and love muscles bulge.
- Hormones: Testosterone and Estrogen kept changing.
- Vasopressin: Sensory enhancer that made the hair and skin feel silky.
- Pheromones: Made things smell better than things really were.
- Oxytocin: Numbed awareness.
- Adrenaline: Provided energy to defend the wife to family, friends, and the probation officer.
To sum it up, our marriage succumbed to nature and natural neurochemistry.
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