Is Your Marriage A Three Ring Circus

Sunday Mar 7, 2010

The engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering. No matter how long it’s been since you said ‘I Do’ you can find ways to feel like you would do it all over again. You have to get your marriage ‘mojo’ on and wear it every day.

I have a mental list of her faults that is longer than my kids Christmas list to Santa Claus. I have lost track of the times that I have complained about the same old things to her. I have destroyed days that otherwise were terrific. I never wondered if I would miss those bad habits if she was gone forever.

I can’t squeeze my truck in the garage because the eddie bauer convertible is parked too far to one side. It is an accepted part of my daily ritual that I will have to move her car before I can park.

I have asked her a million times to hang the wet towels up in the bathroom so they will dry. Please don’t leave the toothbrush in the shower and remove the baby bath toys after this kids are bathed. When I fall over in the shower the only thing to save my head will be when it hits the wet wadded towel.

I really hate it when she decides to store my stuff without asking. The second part is that she then cannot remember where she put it. I find my home space heaters stored in the paint shed. She said there was no more room in the garage.

The day she was overdue from her daily commute I was worried. The snow was piling up, there were lots of fender benders being reported and she was not answering her cell phone. Hours went by before she arrived with news that she was trapped in a construction delay on the highway.

Her small acts of annoyance did not seem important. I made a list and turned them into positives. I was positive that I did not car where she parked as long as she made it home each day. I was certain that the number of times I was grateful she was the mother of our children outnumbered the toys in the tub. She can give away all my heaters because she provides the warmth to our shared life.

My attitude is one of gratitude that we have a friendship that caught fire years ago. I talk to her like I would a friend at work. I kiss her at least once a day. I make sure to tell her that I love her daily. I’m in love with my best friend. They have a name for that and it’s marriage.

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