I hope the reality is as "uplifting" as you picture it! Mrs. Ygrec and I just spent an hour with my T during which Mrs. Ygrec roasted me over a slow but intense fire. All my failings. All my insensitivities. Which, boiled down to the basics, simply meant I spent most of my time living my life instead of helping her with hers.

And then we went out to lunch at a favorite Thai restaurant (at her suggestion and my expense) and everything was okay again. She's a fiery one, a spunky one. She's got to let it out when it's there. But when it's out, then it's done and over. And we're the best of friends. For me that's something hard to comprehend, but at least she's consistent.

So, bottom line, we struggle continuously, and reconcile and love each other continuously. Though she swears that HAD SHE KNOWN what was in front of us, she would never have married me. But today, right now, she loves me (and I have a sneaking suspicion that she always has) and that's good enough for me. Take care!