Uplifting And Positive News
I knew the answer to the question. And, I knew it was best to not answer it. At least not 100% truthfully. This is a story about what I’ve learned about questions and marriage. I’ve made a 180-degree pivot in my views. Let me start by explaining that the foundation of our entire marriage is based on questions. Before Husband and I got married we went through a book of 289 questions prompting us
I lied to my husband this week. Which sounds awful and horrible. Judge me, if you must. But first consider this: It was all for a good cause. And, And, He told me to. How we got to the lie It was one of those mid-January snowy gray weekends. Both daughters are gone. Just Husband, Pup, and I at home doing the kind of chores and tasks no one wants to
I didn’t have the wedding of my dreams. I’ve been thinking about that wedding. It was seven years ago this week. You might remember this, Dear Reader, As this entire story has unfolded in the lines of this website. How we got to the waterfall wedding We got engaged after two years of dating. And decided to get married just three weeks later. There was no time to plan for a grand affair. No time to
My dog got me a husband by taking matters into her own paws The numbers didn’t add up. Not to this dog lover. 86%. That’s how many people say they would break up with someone who doesn’t like their dog. This would never be me “How ridiculous,” I thought as I looked at the research from a dog walking company called, “Wag!” “Who would even consider dating someone who didn’t like their dog?” That’s about
Funny thing is I had no idea this was a problem As marital disagreements go, This was one I wasn’t expecting. It popped up on a typical weekend day for Husband and me, sitting side by side at our dining room table. I was puttering away adding uplifting and positive news stories to my website. Husband was busy creating our next travel adventure. “We might be going around the world on Emirates Airlines First Class,”
My marriage is going nowhere. At least, that was the case this weekend. This wasn’t our intention. The plan, rather, Last second, as it was, Was pretty grand. I had seen early Saturday morning that my favorite singer was in town for a concert. The guy you pretend is singing to you. Or, if that is kind of creepy because you’re old enough to be his mother, That you would’ve been the girl he was in love with when you
It’s possible our marriage wasn’t even legal. It’s not like my husband and I were in a crazy hurry to get married. We dated for two years. Carefully read and answered a book with 276 pre-marital questions. And yet, somehow we got hitched without what Husband said he would never do. “We can’t get married without going on a canoe trip,” he declared sometime during dating. We would have to see how we would do paddling a canoe. Together. Do
Something smells funny in my marriage. And by something, I mean someone. And by someone, I mean my husband. He doesn’t smell bad. Rather, wonderful, I must say. But he smells funny, as in his sense of smell. He smells everything. I interrupt our upcoming fourth wedding anniversary to ask, “Why didn’t you mention this before I got married?” Of all the things we were supposed to figure out if we’re compatible—religion, politics, money, raising kids, health. No one mentioned
Watch out what you wish for. I realize now. I went into the new year hoping for doors to open. Surely, I didn’t realize I had to more specific. As in professional doors. Because doors are opening alright. All around me. There’s my car door which won’t stay shut. Our dishwasher broke its seal. It won’t close. Upside is the secret fun watching teenagers learn to wash dinner dishes by hand. And finally, the shower door won’t close. Which leads
Of all the punch lines I never planned on, this must surely be it. Somehow, I, out of all people, wake up today on the third anniversary of being married to a perfectly imperfect man. A man with more quirks than a roomful of brilliant physicists. After all, what could be quirkier than a man who loves me and treats me with such kindness and respect? Yeah, me. The forever-single gal who must’ve dated every non-commital man in America. Yeah,
