Are you the 'marrying kind'? Does or would marriage make your adult life 'complete'?
I dunno if I've ever dreamed of getting married, but plenty of people stlll cling to that dream.
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hartfire · 61-69
I did marry - and stayed this way - so, yes, I suppose I must be the marrying kind.
I suppose the relationship could be called a success because we are each other's best friend, and we usually manage to resolve our differences. But it hasn't been easy. We've had to learn NVC, and how to make it a daily habit in communication style.
I suffer chronic depressions; he suffers ADHD. We both suffer from the consequences of each other's neurological failings.
We never had kids - and I'm grateful. He never wanted the responsibility, and I would not have wanted them to inherit our flaws.
For me, "completion" happens when I die. I see a life as an organic process with it's own natural drives which one attempts to fulfill at each stage of life.
I've become competent at most of the occupations I set myself to, and had minor successes, but was never successful in the sense of becoming or creating anything remarkable. Maybe that hope was just grandiosity. To have failed, in one's own eyes, is an incredibly common thing -- normal, in fact -- something I'm discovering in discussions with others of my own age and older.
I suppose the relationship could be called a success because we are each other's best friend, and we usually manage to resolve our differences. But it hasn't been easy. We've had to learn NVC, and how to make it a daily habit in communication style.
I suffer chronic depressions; he suffers ADHD. We both suffer from the consequences of each other's neurological failings.
We never had kids - and I'm grateful. He never wanted the responsibility, and I would not have wanted them to inherit our flaws.
For me, "completion" happens when I die. I see a life as an organic process with it's own natural drives which one attempts to fulfill at each stage of life.
I've become competent at most of the occupations I set myself to, and had minor successes, but was never successful in the sense of becoming or creating anything remarkable. Maybe that hope was just grandiosity. To have failed, in one's own eyes, is an incredibly common thing -- normal, in fact -- something I'm discovering in discussions with others of my own age and older.