14 years
Tomorrow I will have been married for fourteen years. Technically.
And I’m still just as much in love with Carl as the day I… fell in love with him, about five-six years into our marriage, after I screamed down the stairs that I was going to go on a massive cheap-sex rampage. (Good times, good times. Who says life with a multiple isn’t exciting? Plus, never let it be said that I capitulate gracefully.)*
I’m sure that’s not the only reason that fourteen years seems impossible, not that the number itself is, but it’s just that that sounds so - long. And settled. Qualities I have come to appreciate more than I would have thought.
Even though I had to draw a line in the sand this year about focus and time and priorities, I am very very glad for the fourteen years and want more. So there.
* I realize most of this is lost in the diary-x archives I have never successfully imported, so if anyone wants to ask, ask away.
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we’ve been married for 12 in dec and the only reason i swear is we are both too lazy to get a divorce, or we do love each other. take your pick.
A very belated but heart-felt happy anniversary!