Category: marriage

Through the Years

Today marks 8 years that hubby and I met and spent time together for the first time, so we consider this our “first date” anniversary. I had been following him on Twitter for a bit and wanted to formally meet him. So I set up a public group dinner for anyone and everyone and made sure a mutual friend of ours got him to come. We hit it off pretty much as soon as he arrived and the rest, as they say, is history.

It’s taken us a loooong time to get where we are now in our relationship. Like most couples we’ve had a hundred ups and downs. Through the years we’ve learned so much about each other, what works for us, and what doesn’t. But the most important thing we have learned – and still are learning – is how to communicate. I’ve mentioned therapy before and I cannot recommend it enough to anyone. Please don’t think you have to be going through a life changing event or feel you have to be depressed to go to therapy. For me, therapy is helping me communicate better and more clearly when I need, want, am upset or dissatisfied with something or someone. I’m learning more about how other’s communicate (in relation to my own ways) in order to adapt and work, live, and play more effectively with others. Personally, I have learned so much about myself from therapy and it helped release some long term negativity that had been weighing me down for years. With hubby, we’ve grown closer together through our therapy sessions because our therapist has been able to help us see how we feed off each other positively and negatively. She’s given us tools to use when tempers flare and what were previously knock-down, drag-out, week long fights are now usually 5-10 minute discussions on who felt what way and why. And then it’s done. It’s pretty amazing.

We’re not perfect, but we’re definitely getting our groove. We get each other and we make each other laugh. We take care of each other. We know each other. We don’t always agree, but who does and why would we want to? He keeps me chill and messy and I keep him organized and tightly wound. lol. We work. Happy anniversary-ish, babe. I love you.

picture of me and hubby

A Note to My Husband

Thank you. Thank you for being there when I cry for no good reason at dinner. Thank you for holding me as I recount the emotional session I had that day in therapy. Thank you for offering to cook when you can tell through text messages that the day has given me all I can take. You are an angel sent from above. You hug me in my darkest hours and wipe thousands of tears away. You celebrate all my victories with the excitement of winning the lottery whether it’s finding a lost shoe or finishing a 5k. You support everything I do and hold my hand when I’m unsure about it. But most of all you listen. You listen to me go on and on about friends I miss, relationships that have soured, body issues I deal with, demons that battle inside me. You are the greatest listener. Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for helping me love myself even more. You are my hero.