Too often we treat the symptom. To cure martial problems you have to treat the virus.
Do the research. I did. What are the most common reasons for divorce? Depending upon the survey, you’ll get slightly different answers. But there are a few that are mentioned frequently: Communication, unfaithfulness, financial, parenting styles, abuse. But are these really the reasons?
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"I think I have to get a divorce" Courtney confided shakily to her dad. Six months before, with her parents support, this intelligent and successful 25-year-old young woman had married the man of her dreams.
Her dad just wants Courtney to be happy but has no idea whether to encourage her to stay and try to work things out or to help her get out of her marriage as quickly and painlessly as possible.
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What if you could identify the biggest indicators of a troubled marriage before it was too late? What if you had the chance to turn it all around? Would you seize the moment, even if it meant taking an unpleasant look at the reality of your relationship and digging in to repair the damage?
"Do you still love me?" "Do you want to break up?" "Do you want to get back together?" These questions and others like them are inquiries that should never be asked unless you are prepared to hear both answers.
When her relationship started to plateau, YourTango Editor Claire Daniel tried moving to a new town.
We took the Gatwick train out of London and made our way southwest 25 miles.
The day before we were ducking out of all-you-can-eat buffets in Chinatown, still waiting to see if the position, any position, would come through. We had met in Prague: him, the Australian backpacker, and me, the American English teacher. Now in the UK, he was employable and I not. Then the word came: Positions available, couples preferred. Bar and server experience a must. All pay under the table, room and board inclusive. Start tomorrow.
Watching from the window, my eyes followed the changing panorama: industrial cityscape; baguette stalls lining the commuter stops; row houses, all identical except for the garbage littered gardens, but even then, that too, took on a cloak of uniformity. We passed bleak urban villages now indistinguishable amongst the city’s sprawling grasp, yet still managing distinction if but in name only: Chiddingfold, Effingham, Limpsfield, Titsey, Leatherhead…