The Magnetic Fields sing some songs that really, really describe how I would feel if Katya and I ever broke up. These are very sad songs, and I would do almost anything to avoid sympathizing with them. Statistically I feel pretty good, it seems to me that most relationships among the 20-something set are either over in the morning or last a long, long time... and then, of course there's my great-aunt, whose husband asked for a divorce after forty-four years. On the plus side, I have another relative that is also having relationship problems with her partner, but it looks like they are really committed to saving their marriage and working things out in a reasonable manner.
None of this makes any sense, of course, because I don't think my relationship has ever been healthier, and I feel as in love as I felt on September 11th (The first time I told her I loved her) or more so... but without the angst of living so far away.
I begin to see how these web journals work -- late at night, one begins to believe that no one will ever read them, and writes actual personal information. Scary.
To distract you, an historical anecdote of marginal relevance: Polycrates was king of Samos a long, long time ago. He was stupidly lucky, just ridiculously so. He couldn't lose in battle, he never failed to take a town or a kingdom, his people's crops were always extremely healthy, &c. An ally of his noticed this, and wrote him a cautionary note, warning that nemesis always followed fortune, and that no one could be that lucky without something nasty waiting around the corner. His advice was for Polycrates to take his most valued possession and to throw it into the sea, and that if he were to keep having such good fortune, to throw his next most valued treasure in after it.
Polycrates thought a long time, and finally decided that his ring, a gold ring with a large emerald, was the one item that he enjoyed the most in the world. He took a ship out to the deepest part of the sea, and tossed it overboard, with a sigh of deep regret.
A week later, a fisherman brought in a fish so large that he could barely carry it. He was going to sell it in the market (for he was quite poor) but decided on a whim that Polycrates deserved it for his table. Long story short, as they prepared the fish for dinner they found his ring in its entrails.
When his wise ally heard of this further good fortune he immediately dissolved all relations with Polycrates, and distanced himself as much as possible from his inevitable downfall, because he knew it would be ugly indeed.
Er, moral of the story: I have a wonderful partner, whom I love very much, I have witty, intelligent friends, and I'm learning the fiddle. I have good food in my refrigerator, and good health. My hair is long and beautiful. Sometimes, I'm really glad that I don't have a job and can't afford to pay rent.