Remember that one God-awful year that we spent constantly on the brink of divorce before we let things really hit the fan? The year I sobered my dumb ass up, you drank more, we went on our first family vacation, and we got pregnant. That was a crazy year. Those were hard times. They made the good times seem even better afterwards…
I look forward to this sentiment hitting home.
I really do. I want to be a good wife. Marriage is supposed to be a permanent institution. “For as long as we both shall live” doesn’t leave a lot of room for creativity. It has been so hard to stay. Especially when my closest friends keep telling me I’m an idiot for having “put up with you” for this long. Maybe I need to stop talking to them about you, at least for a while… It really fucks with my sense of commitment.
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