We are just over 4 years of our marriage. We've added college degrees, new jobs, new houses, tiny humans, and new stuff. The only constant has been each other.
I had no idea that deciding to add one more tiny person to our family could be so tumultuous--and this person isn't even here. The past nine months have been a roller coaster of emotions for me. Of panic and depression. But of love as well. I will be honest and say there were times I could care less if Paul packed up and moved to the B&B down the street.
{I'm incredibly glad we are passed that stage of pregnancy}
But, who we are today, together, is something that we wouldn't be if it hadn't been for those bumpy weeks (months?) we survived. There was never really any threat to us not being together but my tolerance for him and his for me, was the lowest I can ever remember.
Marriage is hard. Being a partner is hard.
Being supportive when you don't want to be is hard.
Not yelling when you want to is hard.
Respecting the your partner is hard.
Co-parenting is hard.
It's all hard. Marriage is HARD.
Here's to those that made it work, are making it work, and will make it work. And, here's to those that had to walk away for themselves--because sometimes the hard is just not the right kind of hard.
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