So, 3 years ago I got married.
And for as cliché and expected as it sounds, 3 years feels like about 36 months....get it..
For those of you just following, P and I didn't have a "traditional" wedding. No church, no aisle, and no cake. You may have realized at some point, I'm Not That type of girl. And Yes I've said it before, Getting married was one of the most Normal things I've ever done.
No big deal, I just didn't need to walk down an isle(insert anxiety) and have everyone checking out my backside taking bad photos. And far as our vows, and our marriage, despite having a blog and opening a literal can of worms for people to read, we Do keep Some things private.
When preparing for this post, and taking in the last 3 years, I thought it best, as usual to keep things extremely Real. Sometime ago, I spoke with someone who was surprised I was married, and said, "Well, you don't like the married type". Followed by ,"You don't Act married?!"I can appreciate both exclamations because when I think of married people I think of 2 things.
1. Women that attend those at home candle or rubber food storage parties and spend the night, shit talking their spouse.
2. The married man that loses his money on a guys weekend to the Madame with no clothes. Read; The unfulfilled miserable sexually frustrated.
I can thankfully and honestly say P and I are not members of either Camp.
In 3 years we've settled in this nice little place of familiarity. The routine we have woven is more comforting, than conforming. Our relationship wasn't immediate from the start. When he would push I would pull and when he would pull I would push. He would ask me why couldn't it be easier, and Why did his friends make it look so easy? "Ohh Sweethart, what you don't know", I would tell him.
P will be patient when I am not, and he'll be understanding when I'm frustrated. He won't allow himself to become embroiled in something that already has me fuming. There is now a yin and yang that has developed without assignment.
At this point, I can sit next to this man and not have to exchange words. This is my favorite part. If you can just sit with someone, and not have to fill the space with unnecessary conversation, then you know you've got a keeper. The attraction is still palatable. My hand on his arm, my knee to his knee, I can't be near him and not touch his skin.
His Side of the Story:
I'm not much of a writer at all, but Dianah asked me to just pen a few things I know for sure after 3 years. It sound like some Oprah-isms, but for her, I'm willing to contribute.
I think I was meant to find her.
No it wasn't easy from the start. That message about getting the sweetest fruit at the top of the tree? It took a few years to realize that.
Sure, I'll look at other girls for the rest of my life. If you don't you're lying, or you must be dead. Those 22 year olds may be a novelty, but I'd be bored inside of 10 minutes. I would rather have Dianah, and a glass jar with goldfish in it, than a houseful with someone else. I look foreword to her coming home everyday, more than her dog. And if you know Annie, you know that's pretty serious.
At this point, if I didn't have her, I'd have to hang out at Anthropologie, or flea markets. Looking for a gal that looks great, smells good, makes fantastic food, and keeps a great house. "Good luck Ladies". If I went on Match.com or Plenty of Fish and told someone I need my fuzzy slippers, coffee, and pajama pants, she'd probley go running.
Being single now would be like a jail sentence- and that's not time I'm willing to do.
Cheers to 3 years, now let's go have a drink!