I mentioned before that I don't believe those Hollywood types have a clue about Real Marriage. Here's more on that: I've been faithfully devoted to the Twilight series, but when I read about the author, Stephanie Miller, and her habit of listening to -- what I call -- "teen angst" music for inspiration, I thought to myself "What world is she living in?" I didn't get the impression that this was a world she had created for her books, but rather she lives in this world and her characters do, too.
In Real Marriage, here are no games. No "I wonder what he's thinking?". No "he did X, so I'll do Y." Sure teenagers, maybe, play through all the drama to try it on for size. But as an adult in a loving, monogamous relationship I want to be as honest as I possibly can. When My Beloved looks at me with his crooked grin and dark eyes, I want to believe it's Me he is loving and not some other person I've tricked him into thinking I am. The invincible feeling of true love comes when your heart's desire has seen your jiggly fanny, your ugly TSA/Black-n-Decker rant, your clumsy attempts at consolation and still looks at you like s/he's scored the jackpot in marriage. All that other stuff is commentary.
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