I got rid of all my yoga pants…and replaced them with performance pants. Relationship spot check time? You tell me.
“Oh,” my husband recently sighed. “The yoga pants.”
Sometimes it takes a cataclysmic event to rock your relationship, to make you sit down and take a good, hard look at your emotional surroundings; a serious illness, an extra-marital affair, a trial or a tribulation that must be faced. Sometimes those head on collisions, those crashes of reality versus expectation, are the tipping point in whether a marriage survives, or whether it bursts into flames on the way down. Summits are called, G8 meetings of marital accord. Contracts are pulled out and scrutinized. They may be renegotiated, they may be declared sound and worthy, they may be declared null and void. Statistics are on your side, either way.
But sometimes it is not the seismic jolt of matrimonial earth, but a slight shift of a relationship fault line. Something seemingly inconsequential. A subtle shift in attitude, an air of difference…
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