***I really think we do each other a disservice when we let people think that our marriages are perfect. Marriage is hard and messy and wonderful and amazing all wrapped up in a ribbon. I mean it kind of has to be because we are all human and imperfect and make dumb mistakes and leave the toilet seat up. So when I post about the not so great stuff please know that I still think my man is amazing and I'm in it for the long haul. And if you tell me you never argue and your marriage is perfect than you are a Big Fat Liar. Sorry, thems the facts.
It happens every year...the anniversary of the day that Chris and I decided to merge our two lives into one and live happily ever after.
And we have a very-special-never-fail annivesary tradition.
We argue. Every year.
I think it's because my expectations are too high. That somehow this one day of the year will erase all the bad ones and we will instantly be transported back to our horny, starry eyed, lovesick courting days for a brief 24 hour period. That I can just forget the needy kids, lifes challenges and the fact that my breasts hang a little more south than they did 15 years ago, long enough to stare into Chris' eyes and remember how crazy in love we were when this was all new.
I know, that's a lot to live up to isn't it?
And poor Chris. He knows I have expectations that he'll never be able to meet. And instantly feels like a failure before it even starts.
So we always start off with good intentions but by the end of the day we are about to nicely kill each other.
And then we laugh about it a week later.
Yeah, it's a warped tradition but it's all ours.
And this is kind of how it looked by the end of the day.