Marriage and Dog Poop

Saturday, May 29, 2022

Marriage is walking through the yard picking up dog poop and pondering why you got a very middling answer when you ask your husband if we'll be together forever - and not blow up like every other marriage.

Not a great thing after a relative with the "perfect" marriage tells you that her husband is horribly depressed and has moved out for a while to fix himself. Not good at all.

I don't think I'd be devastated if he left, but I'd just like to KNOW. I have felt for over 20 years that there's a knife hanging over my head that's going to fall one day.

Suckage.

The world is upside down. Everywhere.

UPDATE: After discussion, I found out that when I ask him that question, my husband was taken about that I would ever doubt it and ask about it - hence the weird answer. I believe him. And I believe in him. I have to just accept that he is here now and wants to be and I hope/think that will be forever.