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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUARXo8eCp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514843730875994821</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:04:04.470-08:00</updated><category term="insecurity" /><category term="sex" /><category term="boundaries" /><category term="marriage communication" /><category term="green monster" /><category term="funny stuff" /><category term="working on you" /><category term="love and marriage" /><category term="jealousy" /><title>Until Duh Do Us Part</title><subtitle type="html">crazy stuff about marriage</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Happy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtX3-OSYHg/TFZSlTImcII/AAAAAAAABDA/x74hWFsz2pA/S220/ok.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/IbkE" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ibke" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBRXg4eip7ImA9WhZSF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514843730875994821.post-1605758383518905232</id><published>2011-04-01T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T17:27:34.632-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-01T17:27:34.632-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage communication" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boundaries" /><title>Are You Too Nice?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1605758383518905232/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514843730875994821&amp;postID=1605758383518905232" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/1605758383518905232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/1605758383518905232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/IbkE/~3/c8VkS0xWaiE/are-you-too-nice.html" title="Are You Too Nice?" /><author><name>Happy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtX3-OSYHg/TFZSlTImcII/AAAAAAAABDA/x74hWFsz2pA/S220/ok.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Being nice is one thing but being too nice is another.  Frankly it can annoy your partner or even be a huge turn off.  Keep that in mind when you are afraid to stand up for yourself.  Setting boundaries not only is good for you but it's also good for your relationship.  

Some people might think it's mean of me to say this but in a healthy relationship both people need to "earn love".  It's not 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FuyOSNZKjYuaHwPkNoaN9Dco_cc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FuyOSNZKjYuaHwPkNoaN9Dco_cc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/IbkE/~4/vs3Lj25gS8E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-handle-jealousy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNRHk_eCp7ImA9WxdbEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514843730875994821.post-1917572999967978859</id><published>2008-08-07T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:19:55.740-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T23:19:55.740-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insecurity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green monster" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jealousy" /><title>Jealousy The Little Green Monster</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1917572999967978859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514843730875994821&amp;postID=1917572999967978859" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/1917572999967978859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/1917572999967978859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/IbkE/~3/p2Gh52qI1j0/jealousy-little-green-monster.html" title="Jealousy The Little Green Monster" /><author><name>Happy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtX3-OSYHg/TFZSlTImcII/AAAAAAAABDA/x74hWFsz2pA/S220/ok.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I have a friend who is going through an awful bout of jealousy. Her husband can't breathe because she is always accusing him of something. I don't think there is a person on this planet who at one time or another hasn't been jealous or insecure. It's one of the most awful feelings ever! I'm going to be on a mission and try to check out some things on the web and see if I can't find some ways of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d98FKTkl6tlBSHpn6sYIJwZxqr4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d98FKTkl6tlBSHpn6sYIJwZxqr4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/IbkE/~4/7C8PF3o47G0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/2008/05/sexy-truth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMQ3c9fSp7ImA9WxRVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514843730875994821.post-1189562102004308264</id><published>2008-01-17T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:13:02.965-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-13T03:13:02.965-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love and marriage" /><title>How Love Changes - Through The Years</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/feeds/1189562102004308264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514843730875994821&amp;postID=1189562102004308264" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/1189562102004308264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/1189562102004308264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/IbkE/~3/FeitNltMH_A/how-love-changes-through-years.html" title="How Love Changes - Through The Years" /><author><name>Happy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtX3-OSYHg/TFZSlTImcII/AAAAAAAABDA/x74hWFsz2pA/S220/ok.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtX3-OSYHg/R49qCn-CwzI/AAAAAAAAADs/dKZghOT8wpw/s72-c/younglove.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I'm not sure if this post will be viewed as cynical or humorous, but this one is all about what a difference years can make in your relationship.I was thinking about how it is when you hear someone young or even newly in love talk about their SO as if they are the best person on the planet. That person is perfect and if you happen to find something wrong with them there is always a good excuse 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G_sIKAqPFCvhydrZrw2DYTI3VQY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G_sIKAqPFCvhydrZrw2DYTI3VQY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/IbkE/~4/FeitNltMH_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-love-changes-through-years.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMQn85cSp7ImA9WxRVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514843730875994821.post-2985787467577126993</id><published>2008-01-10T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:13:03.129-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-13T03:13:03.129-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working on you" /><title>Partner Peeves</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/feeds/2985787467577126993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514843730875994821&amp;postID=2985787467577126993" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/2985787467577126993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/2985787467577126993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/IbkE/~3/nK08la6WlQ4/partner-peeves.html" title="Partner Peeves" /><author><name>Happy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtX3-OSYHg/TFZSlTImcII/AAAAAAAABDA/x74hWFsz2pA/S220/ok.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtX3-OSYHg/R4aGOn-CwxI/AAAAAAAAADU/70D-bDhcVHU/s72-c/microscp.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">So, the way he breathes when he eats just sends you into a twirl and from there; he walks funny and his ears don't match either. Partner peeves can take over and ruin a good relationship if you let them. You have to remember I said you! It is by choice that you see these things and magnify them until they look a thousand times bigger than they are. Put a new slide under your marriage microscope!
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kp5L89A6b9KYOAn1w7yVO0W8_DU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kp5L89A6b9KYOAn1w7yVO0W8_DU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/IbkE/~4/tgAqWT8ZtSc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-out-trash.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMQns_eyp7ImA9WxRVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514843730875994821.post-6607457876404469701</id><published>2007-12-29T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:13:03.543-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-13T03:13:03.543-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love and marriage" /><title>The Foundation</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://untilduhdouspart.blogspot.com/feeds/6607457876404469701/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7514843730875994821&amp;postID=6607457876404469701" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/6607457876404469701?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7514843730875994821/posts/default/6607457876404469701?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/IbkE/~3/6ssf7Ca4MF8/foundation.html" title="The Foundation" /><author><name>Happy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtX3-OSYHg/TFZSlTImcII/AAAAAAAABDA/x74hWFsz2pA/S220/ok.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtX3-OSYHg/R3c143-CwuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o139v7J5v4k/s72-c/love.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I feel that lots of times people go into marriage having a "storybook idea" of mushy, mushy romantic love. Well, it's not! I think movies and books that even try to promote this idea should come with a disclaimer much like those diet programs that state "results not typical".I call this post The Foundation because even when we don't like the person we are married to, as long as we have the 
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