Are you going to miss lyric titles when November's over?
I am in love. He's tall, broad shouldered, really good at hugging. There are strands of silver in his long dark hair. He's been around for so long I know him better than I know myself. He puts up with my crazies and emotional outbursts and horse addiction; I put up with his ridiculous career and righteous rants and occasional bouts of well-earned arrogance.
You know what? We get along really, really well. I'd say better than most married people, from what I've seen. Sometimes we disagree on something to do with raising the kids, but we talk it out. We talk a lot of things out.
This year has been one of the most difficult we've had together in over 20 years. Deciding to sell our house and move was not easily done, despite being a long term goal. Even though we're on the same team, we've disagreed constantly, about things we theoretically agree on. We bickered over stupid things like door hinges and painted trim. I've felt resentful that this house is getting beautified for the benefit of somebody's wife when the New People buy the house. He's felt resentful that he's alone while the kids and I settle in at the farm.
So we've fought more than usual.
I hate fighting.
I think it's weird that I can love somebody so much and be so frustrated by him.
Point is, I still love him. I can feel like screaming at him but I still love him!
We have to remember that. Staying married ain't easy. If we don't constantly remind each other that we love each other through all this difficulty and hassle, what have we got?