Odysseus and I celebrated our seventh anniversary, yesterday. We have been near-inseparable for the past thirteen years. He's been my best friend almost from the moment we met. I've been his for just about as long.
His parents have been married for over thirty years--another pair of best friends.
I got very lucky. I didn't have a good example of a lasting, happy marriage to learn from as I grew up. My own parents separated at five and a half years of marriage (thank God), and divorced at seven years. My maternal grandfather passed away six months after I was born (and I can't imagine anyone married to my late grandmother could possibly be happy), and my paternal grandparents didn't have a happy marriage, even if it was a "'til death do us part" one.
My Odysseus and I have been through small business ownership, a long distance relationship, long periods of unemployment, graduate school, and two pregnancies (one difficult pregnancy followed by mild ppd, one difficult period of our premature child spending more than a month in the hospital). We've had disagreements, and both have had to compromise preferences on things we really wanted.
Everything has just strengthened our marriage. We talk through the big things, and usually little things just sort themselves out.
I cannot imagine what my life would have been like without him.
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