Marriage is supposed to be forever and so I stay. Or maybe I am just a coward. Either way, the longer I stay, the more I feel it’s just adjustments, compromises and sacrifices and less attraction, love and peace. I am not so naive to think that the honeymoon phase would last or the ecstasy of the beginning of falling in love stays. If lucky it’s substituted with comfort, peace, support and partnership. If not completely unlucky and somewhere in the middle, it’s sacrifices and compromised and a loss of self.