How to Fall In Love With Your Husband. . . Again
I knew he was my husband on our first date. We were polar opposites: he a logical, mathematical genius and I a free spirited dreamer. At first glance we were an unlikely pair, but I soon discovered what people said about opposites was true: they attract.
He proposed after 6 months. God, in his sovereignty, crafted a much-needed intervention prior to our long awaited nuptials. Finally, after almost two intense years of counseling we crossed the threshold of singleness into what I thought would be a perpetual in-love-euphoria. But I was wrong.
I had not factored in the reality that neither one of us grew up in a two parent home. We had not witnessed what love looked like in the midst of work, stress, misunderstandings, trauma, kids, job loss, irritating quirks and crisis. We were like tourists in a foreign country trying to speak a language we did not know.
Overtime, life seemed to chip away at the infrastructure of our marriage like water on drywall. Eventually, we were left with an eroded semblance of the love we started out with. I found myself hurt, broken, angry, and disillusioned with my idealized wedded bliss.
I think this is the place many women find themselves right before they trade their “I do” for an “I don’t.” I don’t apologize. I refuse to wink at the underwear on the floor or put the toilet seat down. I’m tired of covering a multitude of sins. I’m done with this thing called marriage.
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