Compromise.

This is a continuation of the 'If Marriages are made in heaven' piece.

A piece of information kept hidden in the recesses of my mind was brought to the fore while I was travelling today. Talking about the middle path - that of an unsatisfying marriage that can't be put an end to simply because of society or whatever other reasons - I just realised that I'd heard of one such wedded couple years back from a classmate. I pass their house everyday, and never fail to wonder how they manage. It's weird, really - they live in different sections of the same house, with different gates leading up to it, different rooms, bedrooms, living rooms et al. The only thing they probably share is the kitchen. It's been an arrangement in practice for decades.

Given this, I have a thought to share aloud: why do people get married in the first place if they're going to decide to go their separate ways? Is that brief period of togetherness worth a lifetime of moving from one partner to the other, or regaining the freedom that's the prerogative of singlehood? I've even seen it among a handful of friends, had a taste of it first-hand.

Really, I'm confused.