Yesterday was my 25th wedding anniversary. Before we were married, S and I dated for 3 years and were engaged for 1, so all in, it’s been 29 years.
Needless to say, we are far from newlyweds.
S is my opposite in most way: he’s rational where I’m emotional; spontaneous where I’m scheduled; extroverted where I’m introverted.
But somehow, it works.
Nearly 30 years together, and a lot has changed. I’ve changed. My husband likes to say I sold him a bill of goods, and he’s not wrong. Back when we met, I was fun. I’m not anymore. I know this.
Here’s a list of things I no longer do as a long-time married person that make me ‘not fun’:
- Drink alcohol
- Party
- Stay up late
- Sleep in
- Go out
- Blowjobs
IMO, those things are for young, single girls trying to get a husband. I’ve got a husband. I’ve also got aging joints, bad vision, anxiety, and a troubled GI system—among other things.
Nowadays, marriage looks like a trip to Home Depot after our (5:30 early bird) anniversary dinner to pick up a few HVAC filters and shop for new ceiling fans. This is reality.
It’s not sexy. It’s not seductive. And it’s definitely not wild.
But it works.
WE work. (I like to think it’s because of our differences rather than in spite of them.) I hope we keep working for another 30+ years.
Happy anniversary, S. Love you!
—LJDT
P.S. Over the years, I’ve written many love letters to S on my blog. Last year’s was the most detailed. To really understand why we work, read Stan the Man (06/2024).
