Marriage

 




Today is my 22nd wedding anniversary. Haven't we done well? And don't I look young? (Husband has been deliberately omitted from the picture - at his request - he is doing his best to never have an online footprint). 

I'm going to compare marriage with breast feeding (bear with me). You think, before it happens, that because it's natural and normal that it'll be easy. But after the initial delight, celebrations and shock it takes some skill. A few initial issues can be over come - latching on etc. Worry that you're doing it right and baby is getting enough milk might linger, but you soon get into a pattern. After a few years (marriage! Not breast feeding - think years married ratio to months feeding) you might get a bit tired and touchy. But you ride it through. Although sometimes you're unlucky enough to be proper bitten! And that's your cue to stop. My first marriage bit me! 

It's a coincidence he's my husband. It's just right place at the right time isn't it? Soul mates? What a load of crap. There are hundreds of thousands of men in the whole world whom I could be happily married to. I would say I'm not that fussy but that sounds rude about my hubby. But don't we all just need someone who we 'click' with? Laugh with? Share a few common likes, someone kind and thoughtful, and whom we fancy? Bingo. It's not rocket science. I believe some people meet a partner who is like over 90%+ compatible. Others could be a lot less compatible. But that can still be a great relationship. Just might need a little more work down the years. Just keep trying until you can't try any more.

And don't forget people change. Um... They get older! When I was younger I loved going out. To the pub, the nightclub, a party. Now? No thank you. I like a restaurant or dinner party, and I still like to drink and dance - just not in a public place. The secret is to change together. 

I know nothing about marriage really. These are just my rambling thoughts. So read this with a pinch of salted caramel.

The first 70 years of childhood are the hardest.

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