I suffer from what a girlfriend and I call ‘happy childhood syndrome’. I had no idea what a crazy ride my adult life would become. I wasn’t prepared! But, I grew up and got married. That being said, this is what I’ve found.
There’s nothing romantic about being married.
Weddings are romantic……….being married is not.
Once you’ve lived together for a while and you get to see each other as you truly are, it’s hard to hide basic human functions when you occupy the same space. Not that I have ever tried. Sorry, Babe.
We did know a guy who would go the the local gas station to take a dump or wait until his wife left for work (not even kidding) to hide that part of daily human function…… which would be exhausting or at the very least, really inconvenient and unhealthy.
Anyway…..call it God’s will or dumb luck, Hubs and I have learned to work along side each other. This seems to be a tricky part of mature marriage.
I don’t mean mature as in our outlook on life, I mean mature as in we’ve been married a long time.
So, how do you get through the hardest of times when things look very bleak and still remain connected? I don’t know, sex maybe?
I’m kidding. Sort of…
No really, the one thing has kept me from wanting to cut my losses and G T F O?
I like my husband.
I’ve never met anyone I like better than I like him.
Not in 26 1/2 years.
And believe me, he’s far from perfect. He does all the dumba** man sh*t just like the rest of the male species.
Of course, I love him very much as well, but to me, loving and liking someone are two different things.
Wait a minute, isn’t love a strong form of like anyway?
He and I have had more than our share of difficult times and we’ve endured a lot……things that I’ve seen other marriages break up over. And, depending on how you view it, money can be the largest obstacle. It can be a make or break deal.
But not for me.
Which doesn’t make sense because I like nice stuff……and, in my own skin, I’m kind of a bitch and a princess, so go figure………..
I’ve known plenty of people who’ve fallen off the marriage wagon due to financial strain and I’ve seen the visible (I sh*t you not) look of utter surprise when people see that we’re still together. Some have actually expressed envy because we’re first and foremost really good friends. Good friends who have sex all the time…………. Come on, it’s free, people!!!!
Money doesn’t buy happiness.
In all this time, I’ve never been able to say in good conscience, “this is too hard and you’re not worth it”.
This is not to say that there aren’t days when I feel like I’m running a marathon, I’m at mile 22 and I’m running out of gas.
But, when you’re down the lowest common denominator you learn to assess and take inventory.
The most valuable thing in my life is my marriage.
This is a thing that can’t be bought.
It is what I’m left with after the ravages of the last few years; the poor economy, health issues, lost businesses, income and a home.
Still, I wake up everyday, look a the man next to me and think to myself, “I still choose you. Even though sometimes you snore and talk in your sleep. If things are gonna be crappy and I have to walk through waist high sh*t, I’d rather do that with you than be rescued by someone else…because I’m desperately in like with you.