This is what an ordinary member of the middle class wants from its life. Lets say its a woman, like, in her twenties.
She has a two, both alive and beloved parents who’s 4o years long marriage will serve as a perfect and unreachable example of Love.
She is a college graduate, well mannered girl with a few controversial events hidden deep down in the adolescent past. She is supposedly a virgin. If she’s not a virgin you can bet she has only had a one partner so far.
Her biggest life wishes and goals are to have a nice house with a colorful yard and a dog and a husband and two children to play with each other in the colorful yard
Her husband works a steady job but he is also a poetic soul. He was even writing a poetry to her in the high school.
He has never been arrested though.
They had the best wedding in the whole Summerville. A local newspapers devoted a whole page to it.
She is the best mum and cooker. She makes the most delicious pies in the whole neighborhood.
They have a sex once or twice per week. Never less and never more.
They are openly democrats but secretly they are Republicans.
I’ve tried to pattern myself after my Dad…he seldom drank…never cheated on Mom…never struck Mom…worked 60 hours a week to give me and my siblings everything life could offer.
Funny, stoic and brilliant all at the same time…that’s my Dad. Big shoes to fill, but so far I’m on the right path.
Often we miss it growing up. But parents that have stayed together for long periods are often the answer to how do I make a relationship work. Focus on what keeps them together. The little things. Was something I read in . he said she said Lillian glass. LOL stop adding more while I’m typing shesh.
Back to the book is a book on breaking down communication gaps between the sexes. Dr Lillian glass is one of leading relationship expert. Funny though I brought the book when I was about 20 much like the women in your story.I read it and thought what a load of… Many years later over 20 years I reread it and thought yes it make sense why didn’t I see it back then?
Maturity perhaps. Maybe the relationship is important to me now and I’ve just stopped sabotaging them.
Just the thing though the girl in the story is very young but has lived a long life time. But I think she still needs to find herself. Probably a very good place to start. As love mostly finds you when your not looking for it
When I was growing up I always looked at the middle class dream as a fraud. When I was young I didn’t want that. Now that I’m older I see the prospect of a home and kids as more alluring. I don’t expect a wife who is a Sunday school teacher and who looks like a playboy bunny, but if I was to get married I would shy away from a woman who has big anger issues.
Not all marriages are successful - mine ended up in a destabilizing divorce - the divorce rate is high these days.
Its healthy to have dreams though - but looking for a knight in shining armor to save you is a unhealthy way of looking at things.
I looked up to my ex wife a bit too much - she ended up cheating, stealing and lying to me on a regular basis - it was a big wake up call for me.
These days I want my space and privacy - and I can really only try to control things in my life - and this is almost impossible because of my mental illness.
When you are young - everything seems possible - never abandon your dreams but always remain grounded in a healthy dose of reality as well
I was born in the lower middle class and still am in it. Most of the others in my family are upper class, seriously wealthy. It’s a little ■■■■■■ up, I try so hard and I just get closer to degrees and ■■■■ but won’t be in the upper class for a very long time no matter how hard I try.
I want to be a supershrink, they exist. They get paid upwards of 120 an hour. I would know. It is a little frustrating being poorer than everyone I went to school with and share blood with.
I don’t even want the upper class or middle class American Dream. I want my own nice place and I want to not think the food I eat is disgusting and eat the same old ■■■■ like chicken thighs and ground beef. I don’t even want a fancy car. I don’t ever intend on wearing fancy clothes until I’m in a casket. I own a suit that my grandparents paid for. I’ve been wearing the same wardrobe for four years. My parents complain of me being an expense with the workout supplements and how much I eat. I remind them that my school is funded by scholarships and they don’t pay for that ■■■■, and that I could just throw in the towel and quit fighting, take disability checks and spend them on alcohol.
The only way out for people in the lower middle class is education, tons of it. I’m not female, I can’t marry and raise kids. I don’t even have ovaries. I’m a man with backwash genes, useless in a biological sense.
Or people in my class can enter the military. Too bad I can’t.
I don’t even want a lot money for the sake of having expensive ■■■■ and looking like I have money by driving a luxury car. I would save my money and donate a lot to research, live in a modest place but in the nicest part of town, drive a good but not luxury car. I would eat healthy crap like fish and avocados instead of cheap cholesterol and saturated fat laden foods.
I would probably fund my education if I landed a lot of money. Like a doctorate. I don’t play the lottery. I’ve never gambled. I would like to get a PhD in psych and a law degree if I was rich. I would then want to evaluate people and also work with criminals. I don’t see any point in flashing money when I don’t have any intention of having kids, and everyone knows that the best way to have kids is to be wealthy and marry a younger woman.
Good enough to convince me your mind (at least) is way older than you look. You’ve been hanging out with Jean Paul, Alan Watts, Emile Durkheim, Jules Henry and that Jacques Lacan again, haven’t you? (Gotta stay away from those people. They’re bad for the stomach, ya know.)
Those are the things I picked up at the college.Ideology, postmodernism, discourse, representation, performative, subjected blah blah blah.
when you look at my life you can see a goddamn middle class walking cliche.
The middle class dream (reactionary type). Getting a lucrative job in the city. Helping to mess up the economy. Voting for the party that blames the poor for your mistakes. In other words being a selfish,pig ignorant bast*rd.
and a dog 
and a husband and two children to play with each other in the colorful yard 
