But instead is about give and take and sacrifice.
I think our friend's are afraid, and accurately so, that if we knew just how difficult marriage really was...we would run like hell in the other direction.
Now don't get me wrong, I love my husband and I love being married.
I firmly believe God designs someone special for each of us, that we were "made for lovin'", because anyone else would kill them. In fact, we just celebrated our 9th anniversary; or tour, as I like to call it. And by tour I'm not referring to the rock concert kind, but in fact, the war kind.
And this battle is animalistic in nature. Survival of the fittest!
Now, I don't know if the hippos are fighting or kissing here, but marriage is basically the same. Your fights usually start over something ridiculous, and before it's all over with, you have no idea what you were fighting about in the first place.
Hopefully one, or both of you, are big enough to call truce, kiss, and make up.
At our house, things are a little more competitive. It's a competition of wills to see who can hold out the longest. Because if you win, then obviously you are not the weaker sex.
When I say it like that, it sounds so immature. And rightly so.
P.S. In marriage, there is no one winner or loser. You either both win or you both lose. As corny as it sounds, you are officially a team. And a team that plays together...say it with me..."stays together". ...or something like that.
Fortunately for us, we like to take turns making an ass of ourselves.
You know, share the wealth. And we love each other enough to get over ourselves, laugh about it, kiss, and make up.
What is the point to all this you ask? I guess to tell you to be kind to your spouse, laugh...a lot, and never hesitate to say I'm sorry. In the long run, it doesn't really matter who's right, or who's wrong. What matters is that you finish the race.
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