How’s Married Life?

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About Taylor Campbell

Taylor Campbell didn’t say a word for the first two years of his life. According to every member of his family (and a few childhood neighbors), he’s been playing catch up ever since.
A year shy of twenty, he resides in Brooklyn with his better half and studies politics, philosophy, and economics at a liberal arts college on Wall Street. He loves rain, rhythm, Forrest Gump, empty subway cars, and the squeal of callouses against guitar strings.

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  1. I love reading these Taylor. I hope we get to meet Gabrielle sometime.

  2. When I read the title my heart sank a little – it was my first reaction because the average discussion about such a topic is usually with a good dose of pessimism and struggle. I agree – why does it have to be such a loaded question? I just don’t get it. After 10 years together, my spouse and I feel our life is better for having one another in it. Its that simple. If we didn’t feel that way, we wouldn’t be together. However, in my experience its really important to not strive to be one but to complement and support each other’s endeavours and outlook on the world. And to strive to love and understand each other because we are all different but should all be equally validated (or held to account).

    • This was what my dance instructor said once about partner dancing, which I think applies to relationships perfectly:
      you are in love with each other
      and you are in love together with the music
      but individually, you are each in love with the floor, on your own

  3. Do you every feel like it would be somehow bad or wrong to say, “It’s wonderful! I love it!”, if that was really how it was? Like we are somehow supposed to be miserable since that’s what all the jokes are about?

  4. I agree, the question has an implied smirk and assumption that there must be something negative to say.
    With people like this, they deserve a nutty, off-the-wall answer.

    Any ideas out there?

  5. I ask the question, knowing that my own is a disaster. But not knowing if theirs is any different. I’m not miserable because jokes about marriage tell me that’s how it is. It has more to do with hearing the jokes, ignoring them thinking we’d be different and then finding out we’re not.

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