Pink slip

For the past five years I have been in an extremely dysfunctional, exclusive, committed relationship. We got together two days before Christmas 2002, and it was bliss for the first few year or so. I was okay with our arrangement: I provided for him financially, and he would make sure that I got where I needed to go, would provide me with the support that I needed.

But lately our relationship has become strained. I have, for five long years, provided complete financial supported my partner, whose activities have become more costly, whose cost of living has increased, and in this time his support for me has not proportionally increased; has perhaps even decreased. But my investment in the relationship was substantial, so I have continued to invest in him -- in us -- in the hopes that over time things would balance out.

In spite of our troubles, I am delighted to announce that we are, this month, to make The Commitment. After five long years, we are finally to make official our legal relationship with that magic little piece of paper that says "I own you, til death or destruction do us part."



After 60 months of arduous perserverence and reasonless commitment, today is the day.