Forty-two years, Zeus, forty-two years. Ok, there was that year we didn't tell your Mom that we were living together but still forty-two, forty-three, I mean who is really counting?
I AM. Any couple that has made it past the dreaded 7th year knows how hard it is to make a marriage work. It takes compromise, respect, listening skills, communication skills, a willingness to overlook some things and go for the throat on the really important issues. It means working as a team, being partners, somebody having your back, thinking about the other person at least some of the time and knowing which buttons to push and when not to push. It means having a sense of humor and remembering that you are in this together.
All of that said, there are just some relationships that don't work. That, for whatever reason can't be fixed. The ending of these relationships can be painful, hurtful, unloving and just a nightmare. Others can part and remain friends.
And, that's probably the bottom line, my partner is my best friend. We have a history together. We can finish each other's sentences, if we wanted to. When I mispronounce words he no longer corrects me and when I make up words he understands what I am trying to say.
He knows when to push and when to pull back. After all this time we seem to have worked out the zen of marriage or at least put to good use the message from The Karate Kid (the original).
I'm not going to get 42 more years with this man. I know that. But, I plan on enjoying every years left we do have together.
He's a keeper. Happy 42nd Anniversary, Zeus.