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"Occasionally commenters, known in the blog world as &amp;quot;haters&amp;quot; infiltrate my blogs to remind me of what a selfish, inconsiderate brat I really am. After all, I&amp;#039;m married with a house. I have kids. I have a husband. What&amp;#039;s there to complain about? Um, my answer to that is I can complain about the house, the kids, and the husband. Sometimes I&amp;#039;ll even throw in a family member or my diet for good measure. Do I appreciate and love with smoochy woochies rainbow sprinkles all of my blessings? Of course. But to pretend life is puppy dogs and sunshine twenty four hours/day is ludicrous. Even puppy dogs poo on the new carpet and too much UV burns the skin, leaving you with stink and wrinkles. Someone I write with over at BabyCenter is Emily. Having once been a full time military worker, Emily is making the transition into full time mommyhood. She talks about in her column Mommy Wears Combat Boots. What I enjoy about her writing is that while it&amp;#039;s clear she adores her husband and children, she is frank about how much it can kick her butt. Combat training has nothing on the realities of cleaning up after two toddlers - well, three if you count the real hurricane that almost destroyed her house. Emily doesn&amp;#039;t talk about sex like I do, but I certainly never thought I&amp;#039;d be talking about it myself. (Hey, you have to do it to talk about it. Kidding. Kind of. Moving on.) My point is that the more you talk about something, the more you realize you aren&amp;#039;t alone. I received a comment from a reader last week that made me feel pretty darn good. She told me that I had really helped her gain perspective in her marriage. That after reading about what goes on between Rex and I, she realized that her issues weren&amp;#039;t so awful, but simply normal bumps married people experience. When Rex and I were first engaged, I needled him so much about the engagment ring that he threw the cash, along with a leash, down the stairs, bellowing, &amp;quot;Buy the damn ring yourself! And take your damn dog with you!&amp;quot; Hideous, childish behavior on his part. But it takes two to tango. He was starting a new business, he&amp;#039;s not a multi-tasker, and fighting traffic for a ring that we could have purchased a few days later made no sense to him.  One friend huffed that she&amp;#039;d never have married a selfish guy like that. But even then I was able to see the difference between Rex&amp;#039;s angry side and who he really is. He&amp;#039;s grown leaps and bounds since then, hardly ever refusing me my requests. I&amp;#039;ve grown also, and know when is a good time to ask. Yesterday, after he arrived home from work, I caught him smiling at me. &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; I wanted to know. I figured he had just gotten a raise or was feeling randy. Come to think of it, both signify a raise. He chuckled, &amp;quot;I had a good day at work. And your hair. It looks so cute. It really just makes me want to do you.&amp;quot; I win! I win! Right on both counts! And later, he won, too. It&amp;#039;s not often Rex uses the word cute. At six foot one, I&amp;#039;m not exactly a trophy wife, but that was the prize he got. And shockingly, he didn&amp;#039;t even mess up my hair! I win again! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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