Everyone’s marriage is a ride in a flaming car
I got off the phone with my sister, and listened to her vent on and on, which I’m always here for, about her marriage. Shocking, because things seems really good for them. And I silently nod, “same, same.” Different, but same. I think there are just those marital struggles that everyone has that we can all find common ground in complaining about, but you don’t think anyone else has them until you know otherwise. It’s funny in a way.
Same, same. Same fire, different car, different trip.