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We started out together at 17, and married at 25. We split at 33, divorced at 35.
We were happy together to start with, but fought a lot - my flatmates at univresity used to be shocked if we ddn't have a stand up row at least once a weekend.
I believed that the companionship we shared and the fun we had on trips and at home made up for the arguments, the fact that nothing I did was enough, and the fact that in the end she recoiled from my every touch. I was resigned to no longer having sex, and was basically comfortable and enjoyed her company almost all of the time.
I was constantly frustrated that she refused to use her brain, and she was constantly frustrated that I talked down to her.
Eventually she had an affair, and so I chucked her out, and had a bit of a breakdown.
After a year of being a tart, I met and fell in love with a woman who is at least as clever as me, who is as sexy as a basket of kittens, and who I married.
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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