My parents used to argue
One day, when I was 13, they divorced. My mum had been seeing another man, someone from her work, and they moved in together. But then they argued, worse than my parents ever did. And each Wednesday and every second weekend I'd have to sit through it, a teenage witness to their relationship dysfunction.
As an adult I don't know what lessons it's taught me. I've sustained a 16 year marriage in mulitple countries and starting a family, but I don't attribute it to any lessons I learned in my childhood. Perhaps I'm more quick to seek resolution with my wife, reluctant to simply score points in an arguement for it's own sake. But if so it's a lesson I could have done without, save only to illustrate the depressing reality that we humans are capable of being fucked up in a myriad of different ways. And any adult should know this by now
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 10 Jun 2016, 17:18, 3 replies)

Maybe you just married someone you didn't hate.

( MyFrontFellOff ; his mouth full of teddies, urinating defiantly, Fri 10 Jun 2016, 21:55, closed)

See, at least some people can do it right

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Fri 10 Jun 2016, 22:31, closed)

you didn't hate. who could suck a golf ball up 10ft of garden hose
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Sun 12 Jun 2016, 10:00, closed)