What the doctor should have meant: dishery.diaryland.com

But in any relationship it�s impossible to see the daily braveries. For example: there�s this couple at a party. The husband calls his wife "old bag." He tells everyone in the room about a disgusting personal habit she has, such as picking her toenails at the table. He rolls his eyes when she talks. His friends laugh because he does. Her friends laugh nervously, as if it�s a joke, as if everyone�s on the same side here.
Her friends tell their husbands as they drive them home, "I don�t know why she won�t leave him. That pig." They�re relieved to be with their own men, who only have problems with impotency/communication/back hair. Relieved that they don�t have to go home to a life of what they have witnessed.
But neither does she, the woman who picks her toenails. At home, she says, "What the fuck were you thinking?" He says, "I don�t know" or "I�m a jerk," or worst of all, "Maybe I�m not cut out for this."
She says, "You can do anything." She says, "Talk to me." She watches him lower his head into his spread hands. She touches his shoulder, ignoring his flinch. She says, "I am your friend."

This is bravery, although it�s usually called something else.

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Marriage is love.