A pensive day...

So I worked today, mostly talking to nice people and helping them find the right boats for their paddling needs. I love doing this.

I spent a good chunk of the afternoon buried in reports, trying to figure out what to buy next year in the world of canoes. Lots of canoes, probably too many of them, and everyone has new stuff but they never seem to retire old models. This adds to complexity, and in a business, complexity is expensive.

As I sat feeling sorry for myself, I got a text message from a friend telling me that a couple I have know for over a decade are splitting up. XY has a new XX, etc. etc. etc., doesn't want to make it work, etc. etc.

I'm not feeling sorry for myself anymore, but I am furious with the XY half of the couple. XX is a wonderful woman and will eventually come out of it better, most likely. XY will regret his new XX and his stupid decision soon, and for the rest of his life.

There is no excuse for cheating. I don't care if "she completes you" ala Jerry McGuire, or if he's "your soulmate" ala He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Don't like your spouse? Then either a) get therapy or b) get out. Don't take c), diddle around with a co-worker while you're waiting for your green card to arrive or d) act like a frat boy with priapism and chase skirts while your wife runs the household (and earns most of the money). It's a) or b), people.

The bottom line is that if someone would do it to their spouse, there's no reason they wouldn't do it to you later. Live with that one, XY.

Fighting the urge to drive up north with a crowbar,

Canoelover

P.S. I will follow up with a pleasant post about canoes as soon as I can. Sorry to lay this on ya, but I needed to post the Canoelover Marriage Manifesto. I've been married to Mrs. Canoelover for almost 25 years so I know a thing or two.

P.P.S. Remember -- a) or b). Preferably a).