I do my best to not be sanctimonious. Sometimes it’s harder to do than it is to spell.
I’m lucky to have been raised in a home where my original parentage was intact, and they actually liked each other most of the time. They still do, even though I have to yell that them when they argue in front of me. I’m sensitive to mommy and daddy fighting, even if it’s about menial crap like if one of them told the other one about the plans for something. I mean, really, they’re old people. They’re crotchety. They get on each other’s nerves. I’d be nervy, too, if I’d spent the last 44 years with the same person.
My in-laws were married for nearly 30 years before my father-in-law passed away. The same marriage situation with them: nervy but still in love with each other.
I’ve been married to Patrick since 1998, so 77 long years in dog life. That’s a hell of a long time for people in their 30s.
We’re still in love. We’re even in love with each other. Unless he dutch-ovens me, puts his wiener in another lady’s privates, or turns off my DirecTV, I’ll be in love with him until the day I die.
I’m pretty lucky to be in love with my husband and the father of my children. I’m even luckier to be loved by the man I love.
It’s not that common in these life and times, and that makes me sad. It makes me incredibly sad when I see friends and family ending marriages.
I KNOW some people can’t make it through troubled times. I KNOW some people go nuts and become different people over time. I KNOW things just don’t work out.
It doesn’t make it any easier to feel better about people not staying together.
We haven’t been without our problems, but we worked through it. I still get flashbacks back to that time when we had our issues, that time when we were literally hours away from splitting for good. I get those flashbacks especially when I hear of people splitting up or going through their own problems.
Those flashbacks are when I am most thankful to still have US. I love US. I love US together. I love US with our girls, with our dogs, with our messy house, with each other.
I love that we are still in love. I realize just how delicate our US is to our family.
I hope that’s not sanctimonious.
And, Patrick, this still holds true: