I was telling my husband this story last night.
I didn't think he was paying attention to me because the hockey game was on. He has this way of fading out and staring slack-jawed at the television when I talk to him.
But I lamely wrapped up the story by saying something like, "And he said a lot of other stuff too. I can't remember everything he said. You know my memory sucks. But I know it included words like pussy."
And then he exploded.
Apparently, he was listening, and he was pissed off. All I can say is that it is a good thing we don't live in New York, or ignorant waiter boy would have been facing down both a PMSed Tuna Girl and her testosterone pumping husband.
But that's not the point of my story. (See what a great story teller I am!)
I've had marriage on my mind these past couple of days. It seems like everywhere I turn, someone else is getting divorced. Luckily, it hasn't been friends or close relations of mine, but the friends and close relations of theirs seem to be splitting up left and right.
And this one little episode of my husband feeling just as strongly about something and someone as I do really reaffirmed the strength of our marriage.
It hasn't exactly been an easy year for us. There has been so much going on with money and, well, the blog has been an issue from time to time. And with my surgery last year and his subsequent deployment, things haven't been as easy as they usually are.
The little things that I can usually overlook (or even find kind of endearing) have been driving me crazy. And I know it's not all him.
But ten years after I chose him, I'd still choose him all over again.
It's not the piles of laundry, or lack of money, or annoying habits that make or break a marriage. It is a shared vision of where you are going and who you want to be on the journey. It is the fundamental sharing of values and priorities. That's what makes two people partners.
My husband has a generous heart. He is faithful and committed. Even if it is a struggle, he accepts me for what and who I am.
And if this last year has been harder than normal, it is only the growing pains of a marriage that will mature into something we both want. When it comes right down to it, we still like each other. We'll always love each other. And we're teaching our kids what a real relationship looks like along the way.
Besides any man who brings me home Cheetos and a Kit Kat the night before I get my period deserves my undying love.
Come to think of it, any man who comes home at all the night before I get my period deserves my undying love. And a medal.