Ain’t That A Kick In The Head
Right now, I am angry with the husband. In fact, I’m furious. He has a presumptive and judgy side that I hate having turned on me. The details aren’t important, and if I’m lucky, this will be one of those fights I can’t even remember the cause of when I think back on it.
It’s time like this– when I feel frustrated at the differences between the husband and I– that I really start to assess my marriage. We’re only 8 months in at this point, but I just honestly feel so good about it.
Weren’t expecting that last sentence, were you? Even when I want to wring his neck, the husband it’s still the first person I want to see when I wake up. Even if it is just to glare at him.
I’m sure it’s a newlywed thing, but the angry version of me spends a lot of time thinking of how much I love the husband. We weren’t together long when we got married, but it feels like we’ve had years worth of relationship events.
In each thing that’s good, I confirm that I’m with a man who truly makes me so happy. In each thing that’s bad, I’m even more convinced of how we’re supposed to be with each other. Because no one else could understand either of us as well as we understand each other, no one else is as uniquely suited to how we heal from fights. We don’t forgive and forget, we forgive and grow.
So I may be angry with the husband right now, but it’s not a permanent anger. We’ll talk it out soon enough. I’m just grateful that even when l kinda want to kick him in the head to the lovely sounds of Dean Martin, a bigger part of me is just glad I have a husband I like damn near all the time.