A Momologue by an office Mom who will remain anonymous in order to save her marriage: Honesty is highly overrated.

I have a friend who's going through a divorce. I have been there for her tears and anger, fears and frustrations. Through it all, I find myself looking at my own marriage. Could we head down the same path one day? What are the differences between them and us?

Then it hit me: I fake it, and she did not.

Now get your mind out of the gutter--I'm not talking about faking "it." Although, if I were perfectly honest, that's happened once or twice throughout our relationship. I'm talking about the times where my husband comes home from work wanting to talk about a client or the issue/excitement of the day and goes on and on about something I have no interest in. And for some reason, those days happen when I've had kids throw up on me or a work crisis of my own or I just don't want to hear another person speak for at least an hour. But I don't say "Honey, please stop talking, or I will smack you in the head with a frying pan." I say "Wow, Honey," and try to listen because I know it makes a huge difference.