Sorry, that sounded so snide, but it was mostly affectionate. I just find that my own
marriage, which is a long-term one, is so complicated, so full of lessons, so
surprising, so slow to teach me its own rules… so I can’t make claims about it very easily.
Still,
I don’t think secrets are a good idea in a marriage. Privacy? sure. We don’t look at each other’s email, for example. But why would I want to have a secret
from this person? His body is my other body. His brain is my other brain. His soul is my soul. We trust each other because in a mystical way we ARE each other. I dunno.
It seems like the point of marriage is that you have this immense privilege, this amazing opportunity to let your guard all the way down. Why waste that?