thoughts on being married

Well, we celebrated our one year anniversary Sunday. It's hard to believe. I'm sure everybody feels that way. One minute your a year away from the date and worrying about all the details and what food to serve and who to invite. The next thing you know, you've already been married a year.

For me, it's quite amazing. Since I didn't get married till I was 51, there were many years that I had just accepted that I would not get married. Let's just say I kissed a lot of frogs. But looking back, I can look at every one of those relationships as a learning experience. Of course when I was in them, the guys were jerks and I was perfect and they were fools for not seeing that.
But now I can see that I needed every one of them to make the person I am today.

And now, at the age of 52, I know what it takes to make a relationship to work. And as rough as it was on Steve to get divorces after 26 years, he knows exactly what his part in the failure of the marriage was and is determined not to repeat. Unfortunatly, too many people who get divorced want to blame their partner for all the problems.

I really thought I would have more trouble adjusting to having someone around all the time. But I guess when the person is the right person, it makes it alot easier. When Steve goes away to camp for a week, everybody always says "you must like having the house to yourself" I guess we haven't been married long enough, because I hate it when he's gone.

So I guess I like being married. Steve makes it real easy. He lets me be goofy and moody and I leave him alone when he yells at the sports team on TV. I wonder if he knows they can't hear him?