Handle with Care

In the book that I am reading, it mentions divorce. It says, "For some reason, it always seemed natural to happen when their kids were in fourth grade...I wondered what is was about fourth grade that was so stressful on a marriage, or maybe it was just hitting that ten-to-fifteen year mark...Part of what I loved about being married to Sean was the ease of it--letting him see me when my hair was Medusa-wild in the mornings and kiss me when my teeth weren't brushed yet, knowing which television show to click on when we sat down with a mutual sigh on the couch, instinctively recognizing which drawer housed his underwear or T-shirts or jeans. So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent that I'd forgotten to communicate?"

It's so easy to get to the point in a relationship that two people who live together and both wear rings on their left ring finger, become simply that: roommates. I wonder how a couple "survives marriage." A co-worker recently told me the answer is simple. You choose to survive. I will always choose Brian. I will always choose his heart. Even over my own. Not because I have to...or because I feel obligated to...but honestly, in my heart, because I want to. The next part is not to never get too complacent.