We’re a middle-aged couple. No, we have no children. That, by the way, was a decision.
We have all the problems encountered by any middle-aged couple. But we talk. We talk a lot. The “you don’t communicate” accusation only works temporarily around here.
She: Is a professional with a career. Owns her own company. Eats paper. A feminist of the first order.
He: Is a professional. Wants to be semi-retired but nobody will let him. Thinks feminists are actually the only people who can take on the world.
Why are we doing this? Have you watched Dr. friggin’ Phil lately? We budget, we plan, we self-assess and we discuss our sex life. He would tell us we forgot to rotate the tires and do a “Dr. Phil family” about it.
This is about us and the ability to find humour in the things we do. This is “we the couple”. It’s how we do it. This is anal retentive broomstick up the butt budget planning and trying to decide which sex toy really works… and a lot of stuff in between.
Did you notice something about the spelling? Yes indeed. We’re Canadian and damned happy to stay that way.
