We build them up.
We revel in them.
And then, all too often, reality dashes them.
We hold them – the expectations and the actual – side by side and look for flaws, not unlike the drawings in the Hallmark magazines of our youth.
And we curse reality, bemoan our bad luck or grow angry at those who contributed to the failure of the imagined.
But maybe we’re directing our outrage the wrong direction.
Maybe it’s not reality that needs to change, but our expectations of it.
And now, more than ever before in history, we have very high expectations of marriage. Men and women no longer operate in defined domestic spheres, opening up vast swaths of terrain open to negotiation and yes, expectation. We are serenaded with romantic stories with all of the rough edges Photoshopped into perfection and we grow to expect our marriages to play out…
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