meems wrote:
elaborate disney fantasies really are just fantasies
Well, they all say they "lived" happily ever after, not that life was happy. Since "happily" is an adverb it modifies how they lived, so they could choose to be happy despite their struggles. In other words, to be thankful for what they had instead of thinking life would be better apart because the Mongols attacked and destroyed their castle or their children died of smallpox.
My problem is the uncertainty of it all. Yes, as a guy I could love a woman even if we went broke, lost our dreams, a wife got really sick, or little things like she always left the cap off the toothpaste or did other stuff that some might consider annoying, and we could laugh at it. My grandparents were best friends and could laugh with each other and at themselves about anything, and my mom and stepdad are the same way. In fact, it's a hallmark of our family. (I don't mention my boil dad since I didn't see him after about 18-20 months old; he drnk & my mom knew it was no place for a handicapped child; to his credit he realized it, too.)
But, since I can't read people I'd never be able to tell if there was something I should be doing because she did think some guy looked nicer and was coming on to her. I'd never know if the magic would wear off and as hard as I tried, she wouldn't stick to her commitment and make the choice to put up with life even if it wasn't very happy due to poverty or sickness or whatever.
At least if I adopted a child young enough I'd have a chance to teach them and show them how to live in such a loving environment that hopefully they'd mature and learn to be the same. I'd know what I was getting into; with a spouse I wouldn't. I mean, I know a guy whose mother said she pretended to be a Christian so his father would fall in love with and marry her. And the dad, whom I also knew, was neurotypical!