Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

True Love Is a Scream; Life & Style: Julia Roberts Has to Realise That Blazing Rows Are Vital for a Healthy Relationship, Says One Married Writer

Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

True Love Is a Scream; Life & Style: Julia Roberts Has to Realise That Blazing Rows Are Vital for a Healthy Relationship, Says One Married Writer

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Byline: SIMON MILLS

SO, Julia Roberts has reportedly broken up with cameraman Danny Moder after nine months of marriage. Not a great surprise considering the wide-mouthed one's rather erratic track record in the romance department, but she must be doing something very, very wrong. Perhaps it's time she took a bit of advice from Dr Love (aka me). Julia, sweetie, you need to argue more.

You need to open wide that big gob of yours and let rip.

Yep, that's right: quarrelling, fighting, screaming and yelling is good for your relationship because the key to a healthy, long marriage, Jules, is constant, daily arguing. The couple that rows together, stays together.

How do I know this? Well, my wife and I will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary in few weeks' time. You see, our 10 years of marriage has been what Hello! magazine likes to politely describe as "tempestuous". From very early on in our relationship we discovered that we were more than a match for each other with our shared ability to turn any molehill into a landmined mountain.

We are both appalling screamers, with tempers like spoilt children and voices pitched like yowling howitzers. We quarrel everywhere - in cars, at airports, in hotels and at home, verbally carpet-bombing each other with below-the-belt remarks and insults. We even squabble in front of friends, family and children.

It is shamefully embarrassing and immature, and all my fault, of course.

But, then again, I should have seen it coming. Yasmin and I started dating when Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait back in August 1990. (Did I mention that she is of Persian extraction and I am British through and through?) We announced our engagement when the Allied air forces launched their first attack on Baghdad in January 1991.

I'll never forget it. We were in a nightclub in South Kensington, which had funky music and a large video projection screen playing cartoons. We were having a good time until around 1am when the music stopped, the TV screen flipped over to CNN and the club's MC grabbed the mike and announced portentously, "The war has started." Aaah, happy days.

We would go back to my little flat and watch Desert Storm telly all night. …

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