“When you’re married, your frame of reference for a relationship is, you know, let’s go to Target, we’ll run some errands, clean up the garage, then maybe in the afternoon we’ll take a nap and have sex, and then we’re seeing the So-and-so’s for dinner. You know that there’s no hiding your complexity from the other person or the other person hiding their complexity from you. Eventually all your shit comes out and it comes out in full force, so you might as well stop pretending sooner rather than later.
When you’re dating, it feels like you’re involved in this elaborate public relations event where, as Chris Rock says, the ambassador of you is meeting the ambassador of them, and suddenly you’re getting dressed up and receiving a beautiful bouquet of flowers, getting taken out for a three hundred dollar dinner and having a bottle of wine on a Thursday night. And you’re just like, “What the hell is this?” You feel like Alice in Wonderland. It’s not that it’s not fun; it’s just not real. It’s substance-less. Personally, I prefer Target.”
So sometimes I like to read blogs on marriage and relationships. I found this to be a salient portion.