There’s no formula for us. I always say that we didn’t have a blueprint for what we do. And maybe that’s why it’s worked for us.
We knew what we didn’t want.
We didn’t want to end up like our parents. Angry. Bitter. And all gnarled up on the inside because of the hurt.
Neither of us brings our parents into the relationship. My mother was my confidant about many things, but that shifted once I got married. I noticed the “advice” that she would offer wasn’t always the best thing for me.
She suffered through an ugly divorce and had a “get yours” attitude that wasn’t good for a newlywed 20-something. Honestly, I don’t think she thought we would last this long. We’ve been married for 13 years, together for 17.
My dad, thrice married, is the one who shares stories from a man’s perspective, which I appreciate because I was hard headed in the early days, on some real feminist shit. And I didn’t have to be that way because my husband didn’t ever hold me back. Before we celebrated our first anniversary, I went to a writing program in Boston for the ENTIRE SUMMER.
People talked. His friends balked. His grandmother pitched a fit.
How could you let your wife go away for an entire summer?
We never let that talk into our heads. I can’t let an unhappy person, single or married, tell me how to do me.
Go on over and read it in its entirety. I'm excited for the rest of the series.