It has officially been three years with this guy.
Some days it’s easy. Some days it’s hard. Some days I really wish I could chop off certain body parts.
I don’t share much about our relationship on social media. I don’t really want us to be one of those couples that only shares the good things, but I also don’t want us to be one of those couples that airs our dirty laundry online. I feel like some things should stay a little bit private.
All I can say is that we fight and argue, and then we love, laugh and play, and I cry and we sleep and work and argue some more and sometimes agree on things and we live. Just as we will live for the next…60 years?
Oh jeez…That’s a very long time to be married to him.
But you know what?
Marriage isn’t just about being happy all the time.
Sometimes it’s about going to bed angry.
Sometimes it’s about wishing you could get a hotel room and spend a night (or week) apart.
Sometimes it’s just about making it through the day and waking up to a fresh start.
And that’s okay… because I love him, and he loves me.
Love, Mrs. Falter ♥