I’ve heard it from movies, books, friend. A turning point in relationships where people stop working, start giving up, or moving on. I’ve heard from others “we married in our 20’s, and then we hit thirty and moved unto our own separate paths”. Ive seen marriages fail after five years, two years, one.
Not everything that is bonded will last.
Not everything that is promised is kept.
But last night I had a dream. I was at a big work site, and met a guy, so charming, we had an immediate connection. After working with this guy for several days I could hardly see myself not hanging with him. As we were being transported back home he gave me a hug and said ‘if only you weren’t married, I would be with you right now’. Married…. married? Yes, in my dream I was married. Yes, then I went home, and saw this guy who I didn’t know, who I could hardly understand let alone care for. Who didn’t care that I walked in the door. “If only you weren’t married” echoed in my head.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Alarm, I roll over, and see my husband. We have been together for 7 years, married for four. I loved him. Even though we have been together passed the three year glitch, the four year snooze, the seven year itch. We still find ways to make sex fun, to hang out in the evenings, to give each other space, and then smile when we walk in the door. Though I don’t always like his past or his mistakes, I promised to love and always help. I wanna see him grow old. Unlike my dream, I’m not married to some guy. I married the one I couldn’t be without, and we will fight the 7 year itch 🙂