It really upsets me when I see all of the people I attended high school with on FB or on the numerous forums I visit that often seem to gripe about their "mundane" lives and their "annoying" spouses or SO's...
From (my) perspective, they just don't seem to realize how very fortunate they are to be blessed with people that are committed to them, and that truly love and want them. They may think "oh, there's nothing wrong with complaining about your partner once and a while, I don't mean anything by it anyway" but if I was in their position, being so TRULY loved as such (not just out of pity or obligation like it seemed), I would NEVER trivialize the meaning I held to that relationship...the simple notion that someone actually needed me so very much.
I understand that it sounds so immature, but it's just not fair to know how petty some can be...especially since there are those of us that can never again experience (having a spouse) or ever start a family because of the decisions we chose to make. I'm literally watching the world through an inpentrable glass pane, and it's so painful...I'd trade my life for any of theirs in a heartbeat...If I had even an inkling of THAT sort of contentment and purpose, perhaps then I wouldn't want to die.
From (my) perspective, they just don't seem to realize how very fortunate they are to be blessed with people that are committed to them, and that truly love and want them. They may think "oh, there's nothing wrong with complaining about your partner once and a while, I don't mean anything by it anyway" but if I was in their position, being so TRULY loved as such (not just out of pity or obligation like it seemed), I would NEVER trivialize the meaning I held to that relationship...the simple notion that someone actually needed me so very much.
I understand that it sounds so immature, but it's just not fair to know how petty some can be...especially since there are those of us that can never again experience (having a spouse) or ever start a family because of the decisions we chose to make. I'm literally watching the world through an inpentrable glass pane, and it's so painful...I'd trade my life for any of theirs in a heartbeat...If I had even an inkling of THAT sort of contentment and purpose, perhaps then I wouldn't want to die.
