My Views on Marriage

I woke up this morning realizing that I will never marry again. I've tried it more than once, more than twice, and I am not good at it. I like living alone, having no one to answer to, worry about, argue with; no one to build up those small resentments against me or me against them, the resentments that slowly but surely erode a relationship. Life is in the details, they say, and I agree. It's usually not the big stuff that destroys a marriage. But rather those hairline fractures, those little annoyances, quirks, faults, and defects that finally put the nail in the coffin of that thing we can marriage.Breaking up hurts too much, I will not risk marriage again.