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Happy Anniversary to Me!

Okay, so for seven years I have succeeded in Operation Allow Your Husband to Live. Now, we are about to embark on our eighth year, and I have to be honest with you.... God has a sense of humor. When we, in our infinite wisdom as young people, choose a mate based on our own ideas of what we think we like, God chuckles and lets us tie our own hands. Then a couple of years into the marriage, He is still chuckling as the very things we loved about our spouse are now Absolute Deal Breakers. Okay, that is perhaps a bit harsh, but still, you have to see the irony.

So, pat yourself on the back if you have managed to get through even a few years of marriage. We are currently at the marital stage I'll call Roll Your Eyes and Shut Up, which seems to be full of small disagreements which we have both learned cannot be reasoned out, so someone eventually just rolls his eyes and the other has to shut up. Isn't this fun?? I think the next stage might be Throw The Good Dishes Until He Pays Attention, but at least we have graduated Your Wife is a Doormat and Your Husband is a Couch Potato. That stage sucked, frankly.

I will be strongly urging all of my children to seek a spouse only after they have established who they are as people.... It is really more difficult to grow up married - especially since you have no idea who your spouse will become when s/he is all grown up! (I cannot begin to count the numerous occasions in which I found myself in the shower - the only place I have any privacy - crying out to God: WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?!?! NO DIVORCES???? 'Til death do us part is a hint, right???

So, anyway, since marriage is God's plan to grow us spiritually, I can with complete confidence state the following: If your marriage doesn't change you in ways you cannot begin to plan for, you are destined for an unpleasant confrontation at The Pearly Gates. God has a sense of humor. A twisted sense of humor, but a sense of humor nonetheless.

Happy Anniversary to ME!
Angie

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