My husband and I have been together for 15 years. I could wax lyrical about how we have a strong marriage because we’ve seen each other at our worst — this includes me giving birth and him using phrases like “now I understand what hemorrhoids are” and “the vacuum was really cool” which for the record, wasn’t, and I’ve made him promise to never ever bring those two topics up again lest he wishes to die a slow and painful death — and how currently he is doing our taxes and he most likely wants me to die a slow painful death for my lack of organization and inability to create a proper invoice but he won’t voice that death wish because of our strong foundation. Or how humour gets us through our days. And friendship. Also how we balance out each other. He is quiet and methodical and I’m an arm-flailing hot mess. I bound into things with unwavering enthusiasm until, you know, it wavers and I’m on to my next endeavour with equal enthusiasm. Basically he is the tortoise and I am the hare. Only without the napping. There’s not enough napping in my life.
Then there’s the support. The man is a great set of spanx. When I want to speed skate, or workout, or travel or decide whatever it is I want to do next, he supports it. Although there have been times he’s expressed a slight concern that when he sees me leave the house for a run he thinks I might never come back. Being the mom of boys can occasionally do that. See also: It’s spring which means I currently have snail habitats back in my house so now have two frogs, two hamsters, four snails, one goldfish and a cat, plus the cat we have inadvertently started taking care of.
I’m not even sure how these things happen.
I could tell you all of that and guess what, it’s all true because a marriage stays together for many reasons. But what also keeps us together are the “no, the dinner was delicious I don’t even know what the kids are talking about” white lies and our competitive nature.
For four years I’ve been writing online and for four years he’s never left a comment. Until last week.