My husband and I are coming up on our very first wedding anniversary and I have to say that I feel 110% confident that I have no idea what I am doing.
I wish I did. I wish I could make everything look super easy. I wish we made more money and took glamorous vacations and owned our own home full of chic interior design that I did by myself and that my house stayed clean and I was able to work and go to the gym and cook dinner and do the dishes and have boom-boom every night and that everything was as absolutely perfect as it could be. It’s not. I’m not. He’s not. His dog isn’t (my dog is. He leads by example).
The honest-to-God truth is our marriage is merely the merging of two tracks that have no idea where they’re going. We are both such terrible disasters that our union is a bit like a devastating collision of two trains of the Hot Mess Express.
But, no matter how grim my words may seem, I love The Boy. He’s truly the best thing that has ever happened to be. He makes me proud to be with him, and even more difficult, proud of myself. I feel more comfortable being what and who I am because he thinks so highly of what and who I am. He is eternally frustrating and often illogical, but he makes shit not seem so shitty.
I love him, he makes me awesome, and I will be awesome for him. I have learned the best way to do something to make our marriage happy is to do something for him. Sometimes it’s simple and cheap and just involves doing the laundry. (I hate the laundry. We have agreed that it is his chore and mine is the dishes.) It doesn’t matter what you do or even if you do it regularly, the fact is you need to make your spouse feel loved. Let them know you’re thinking of them all the time.
I love The Boy, he’s fantastic, and I will do everything I can to make sure he knows that.