To be married, partnered, or in any long-term relationship, you must forget every romantic movie you have ever seen and accept the fact that you are binding yourself to someone who will know all of your flaws and who will sometimes point them out to you.
My husband is not one to show his love with flowers, or chocolates, or fancy jewelry. But every Sunday night he cooks the most amazing meal, whether it’s big pots of chili verde, smoked ribs, French onion soup, roasted vegetables, or homemade apple crisp. He usually starts with marinating things in the morning, and the process lasts all day long. By dinnertime, with every bite, I know how much he loves me.
Here are few other things that I have realized about marriage over the years:
Marriage is sitting reluctantly through a documentary about gold-mining, but not impaling yourself with the remote control.
Marriage is someone reminding you that you’ll feel better if you go out and exercise, even when you’re pretty sure you’ll feel better if you eat a donut.
Marriage is sometimes flipping someone off after they turn around.
Marriage is anticipating the exact Monty Python quote that is appropriate for any situation, even if you’ve never seen Monty Python.
Marriage is trying not to talk about the kids when you are out on a date, but failing.
Marriage is remembering the story of how you got there and telling the story badly at dinner parties.
Marriage is jumping out and scaring the crap out of someone for fun.
Marriage is being in a social situation and having someone who can perfectly time the eye-roll that you are feeling.
Marriage is getting really hot while cuddling, but lying there for a little bit longer anyway.
Marriage is stopping yourself from saying, “I told you so,” when you really, really want to.
Marriage is making chicken soup happen.