Fast forward to 2017 (to a completely unrelated topic). Fourteen years after I married her. That's twice the seven year itch, but I'm not sure that I could honestly admit to feeling scratchy. Marriage is hard. But I've never seen myself with anyone but her. I didn't date much, mostly because as my wife said years ago, "you have no game." I'm not good at making friends, let alone the kind of friend you spend the rest of your life with. I can't fake interest well. I cut off conversations when they bore me, small talk is a miserable experience. My wife is not only my cliche' best friend, she is my only true friend. A true friend is the first person you want to call with good news, bad news, and everything in between. At some point over the last 14 years we've realized that we have no one else. For a very long time I encouraged her to make decisions on her own, learn the tasks that I handle in the household and in general be more independent. But after nine weeks of my own physical ailment, I've learned that my dependence on her has made my appreciation for her grow exponentially. Perhaps, the fact that I handle the business of the household is because I am better suited for it, not that I am fulfilling some manly stereotype. I'm proud that my wife contributes to our finances and in fact out earned me for more than half of our relationship (I was jobless and homeless on our wedding day, she had a good start).
So she's dependent on me. I'm dependent on her. I need her to take over when the kids hang on my last nerve. I recharge and take over when the same happens to her. Even if it is just 10 minutes after she took over for me. Two tag team wrestlers slapping hands over and over as we keep the three smaller more agile spawn from pinning us. Those days are exhausting, they test our minds, our souls, our self-control, and every gift of the spirit God gave us. However, they are the days I depend on my mate. They are the days when I know the greatest team I'll ever be on is our family. I love my wife, I can't do life alone. As long as she is willing to forgive and work, and as long as I return the favor, I plan on dying with this wedding band on. So since you'll eventually read this hot stuff, I am OK with doing the things you think I'm better at, Lord knows you are better at plenty.
Married Up, Exhibit A |
I'm rude, and I never see it when I'm doing it. It takes a true partner to except me with my flaws and help to make me a better person. She does it. I hope and pray that fourteen years from now we will have moved on to a new flaw, I have several to choose from.