Settling, or growing up?
When you’re a kid, love is a fire bomb. It shakes the world. She was 16, a giggler with long blonde hair and the kind of figure that suddenly emerges from puppy fat and turns every boy in the area into a cartoon character. Boyooong!
When you marry it’s serious, grown-up, family-building love. Forever stuff. It burns like a steady fire, with occasional flares, but sometimes – the fire goes out. No-one’s fault but you both want flames.
The next time round, chances are she has kids already. The fire burns for the two joined families, but the kids get the seat nearest the fire. Sometimes you have to give up your seat to them.
Central heating looks good. No firebombs, open flames,upheavals, uncertainties, quarrels, there’s warmth instead of fire. You like being together, like each other’s friends, want the same things for the future.
Settling, yes, settling down. My fire-building days are over.
CS has an opinion on everything, but probably not on this.
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fireradiatorYou are one of the nicest, most straightforward, genuine people on CS and if you have really closed your profile for good, your voice will be much missed.