My husband knows me, and so he surely knew this post was coming. I am nothing if not real, and I felt the need for full disclosure on this one.
Remember the other night on facebook when I put this cutesy picture of us and said, "goin on a hot date with this guy"? It was our 15 year anniversary, and we headed out on a hot date. By the end of it, things were hot alright, but not in the way you might have imagined.
When dinner was almost over, things turned south...we were in a full blown argument by the time we hit Starbucks. I managed to still order my Starbucks...few things get in the way of that, you know! We continued to argue and could not figure out a way to solve this one. It was a doozy. We drove home, still not on the same page...me feeling confused and wondering why I still am learning more of the inner workings of this man I love fiercely, him feeling hurt and alone. We went to bed mad...I know, I know...that's a no-no, but I was tired, and nothing was getting any better.
We woke up the next morning with apologies and tears and explanations and understandings. It is hard work, this marriage thing. It takes humility and intense listening. It takes effort to understand and to be willing to still learn new...yes, I said NEW...things about each other. We have been married for 15 years, and we dated for 3 years before that, and yet there are still things to be discovered.
The work is worth it, but it is work, nonetheless. It is not always bliss. Sometimes it is ugly. And yet, it is ALWAYS worth it.