Elizabeth Gilbert to appear on Mondays with Marlo

Elizabeth Gilbert, who wrote the best-selling "eat, pray, Love", is back again. This time, she is filling readers about her relationship with love interest Felipe.

February 28, it converse you with Marlo Thomas on "Engaged" and answer the questions of relationship of our readers.

Send your questions for Elizabeth Gilbert at marlo@marlothomas.com by Wednesday, January 19, and you will be eligible to win one of five pricing packages including a copy of "Committed", plus a copy of the memory of Marlo, "growing up laughing".

To get a glimpse at the "committed", read the extract below:

An afternoon in the summer 2006, I found myself in a small village north of the Viet Nam, seated around a sooty kitchen fire with a number of women in the region which I spoke not, try to ask questions on the marriage of the language.

For several months already, I was traveling through the South East Asia with a man who would soon become my husband. I guess the traditional term for a person would be "engaged", but neither one of us has been very comfortable with this word, so we were not to use it. In fact, neither one of us has been very comfortable with the idea of marriage at all. Marriage was not something, we had already scheduled with the other, was not something — we wanted to. But providence had interfered with our plans, which was the reason for which we have now randomly wandering across the Viet Nam, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia and the Indonesia, while making efforts – even desperate - urgent to return to America and the sea.

The man in question had been my lover, my love, more than two years at the time, and in these pages I will call him Felipe. Felipe is a Brazilian gentleman kind, loving, 17 years my senior, that I had met on another journey (a real scheduled trip) that I had taken all over the world a few years earlier in an effort to repair a severely broken heart. Towards the end of these trips, I had met Felipe, who had lived quietly and alone in Bali over the years, his own heart broken nursing. This following was attraction, then a parade wedding slow and then, much to our mutual wonder of love.

Our resistance to the marriage, then, had nothing to do with the absence of love. On the contrary, Felipe and I loved each other without reserve. We were happy to make all kinds of promises to stay together faithfully forever. We had same juror loyalty throughout his life to another, although quite private. The problem was that both of us were the two survivors of bad divorces, and we had been so badly ravaged by our experiences the same idea of marriage - with anyone, even with these friendly people like others - we met with a heavy sense of terror.

Of course, as a general rule, most divorces are quite bad (Rebecca West noted that "divorce is almost always also happy and useful occupation as break very valuable China"), and our divorces were no exception. On the cosmic scale of 1 to 10 mighty Divorce wickedness (where a is equivalent to a separation amicable executed, and ten equals... Although, actual execution), I would probably rate my own divorce as something as a 7.5. No suicide or homicide had, but apart it, the break had been on as ugly a procedure two other riders people might eventually occur. And he was dragged more than two years.

In regards to Felipe, his first marriage (to an Australian woman, professional, intelligent) had ended almost a decade before that we met in Bali. His divorce took place quite graciously at the time, but lost his wife (and access to home and children and nearly two decades of history who came with him) had imposed on this man fit a legacy persistent sadnesswith special emphases on regret, isolation and economic anxiety.