- Jan 16, 2001
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This has puzzled me for years. I see so many "Married with Children" couples everyday...half of them look miserable 100% of the time.
Example. I went to BK for lunch. Sitting there eating (in the corner, of course) when three In-Need-Of-Ritalin Children run by...and stop at the table next to me. Damn. Here comes Mom and Dad, carrying a tray full of happy meals. But they didn't look too happy.
They sit down and proceed to tear into lunch. The kids are screaming at each other. The wife is speaking in hushed-angry-sounding tones to Dad. Dad had this look on his face...it was so sad...I wanted to get my piece out of the truck and put him out of his misery...he looked like a dog that got hit by a car, but it was still alive and looking up at you w/those big, sad eyes.
I work w/a guy; married, two kids. His wife is always calling and nagging him about something...he never has free time...always at soccer or ballet...yet if you ask him "is everything OK at home?" He always gives you the "oh yeah! Just great! Never better!" patent answer.
Why don't married folks that are miserable ever admit that they are? Why are they afraid to admit they made a MISTAKE by getting married, having a kid...then having two more kids. Now your wife/husband is a bloated beast and it's too late....why deny it?
Example. I went to BK for lunch. Sitting there eating (in the corner, of course) when three In-Need-Of-Ritalin Children run by...and stop at the table next to me. Damn. Here comes Mom and Dad, carrying a tray full of happy meals. But they didn't look too happy.
They sit down and proceed to tear into lunch. The kids are screaming at each other. The wife is speaking in hushed-angry-sounding tones to Dad. Dad had this look on his face...it was so sad...I wanted to get my piece out of the truck and put him out of his misery...he looked like a dog that got hit by a car, but it was still alive and looking up at you w/those big, sad eyes.
I work w/a guy; married, two kids. His wife is always calling and nagging him about something...he never has free time...always at soccer or ballet...yet if you ask him "is everything OK at home?" He always gives you the "oh yeah! Just great! Never better!" patent answer.

Why don't married folks that are miserable ever admit that they are? Why are they afraid to admit they made a MISTAKE by getting married, having a kid...then having two more kids. Now your wife/husband is a bloated beast and it's too late....why deny it?