I just wanted to let the world (or my small amount of followers) know that Joe and I have been married for two years. Sure, two years doesn’t seem like a long time to all you veterans of marriage out there, especially those with little’uns, but to me it’s a big deal. This is probably because no where in my “plans for life” did I think I would get married at 21. I guessed 26, at the earliest, to whatever poor fool I decided to bash over the head and drag to the altar. But lo and behold this big goof came along and we hated each other. We fought and bickered and snapped and sneered. It was nasty. I talked trash; he ignored me.
So naturally, I married him.
Of course, not all marriages are bliss, and of course we have our fair share of issues, but not with each other. Maybe we got all our fighting out early in the relationship. Maybe we have a lot of fighting ahead of us. Or maybe I’ve just beaten him down so much he just doesn’t have the courage to argue anymore, who knows?
Even though he likes to flirt with older women, doesn’t really like seafood, curls hair and paints toe nails better than I do, and sucks at video games, I still love this guy with all my heart. Sometimes I think I don’t tell him enough and since I know he skulks around this blog like the creeper he is, this my way of saying, here’s to many more years together!