Not
long ago, I was at a dinner party with several couples in their 40s,
all married except for my boyfriend and me. The mood was jovial until,
over dessert, one guest made an offhand joke about Internet porn.
His
wife took issue, and during a tense back-and-forth between them, the
rest of us sensed that we were about to learn way too much about their
personal lives. Fortunately, another husband deftly maneuvered to a safe
topic for middle-aged parents (kids and screen time!), and after a
lively discussion about iPads, we made our excuses to leave.
In the car, I turned to my boyfriend and said, “I bet there won’t be any sex happening in their bedroom tonight.”
He smiled and shook his head. He predicted that the hosts would be the least likely to have sex that night.
I
thought he was kidding. This couple were my “model marrieds,” true
equals who share the housework and child care, communicate openly and
prioritize each other’s careers. The best friends of happy-couple
cliché. Earlier in the evening, I watched them work together in the
kitchen, cheerfully cooking and cleaning: She bringing out the hors
d’oeuvres, and he chopping and dicing. When their 6-year-old woke up
with a nightmare, they wordlessly agreed that he would be the one to
soothe her. It was the kind of marriage many people wish for.Continue reading the main story <><><><><><Drop Your Comments.
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