Hubby and I had a huge argument this afternoon and it led on up into the evening. It wasn't a bad argument - you know, one of those arguments that leave you wondering if you should actually stay married - but it was a serious argument all the same.
It has left me wondering and admiring just how many people have lasted together for fifty years and more. Being married isn't easy. Personalities don't always mesh. Sometimes the sound of the other person's voice grates on your nerves like fingernails on a blackboard. Sometimes it is impossible to see your life without the other person in it to the fullest.
Maybe being married is accepting you aren't always going to like the other person, but that you are always going to love them and when everything goes to hell in a hand basket, that is the person you want on your side and beside you.
Maybe being married is just accepting you are going to argue and be unable to please the other person 110% of the time or even 50% of the time on some days; it also means accepting they aren't going to please you for the same percentages. Accepting it means it isn't something that is going to tear the relationship apart, but actually make it stronger, as long as you work on what displeases the other person, and they work on things for you.
Maybe being married is the ultimate practice of forgiveness.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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