Lately I have spent a lot of time reading articles about marriage and even dwelling into my own. What makes them work? Why do they fall apart? Why are men and women so different?
This year of 2015 has been a trying one on my marriage. It has to do with a number of reasons.
For 3 years prior we lived in separate places…5 hours apart…and only saw each other once or twice a month. And it’s true that absence makes the heart grow fonder because when I finally got to see him I was so happy that there wasn’t any time to be upset about anything. We had very little time together and didn’t want to spend it arguing about stupid stuff.
Now we are living under the same roof and as much as I love seeing and kissing his face everyday it also opens more doors and avenues to argue. Usually because we are both tired and frustrated from the days we have had. I think it’s easier for him to go to work and he thinks it’s easier for me to be home with the kids. That is probably the base of every argument. There was also a time in the beginning of the move that I resented him for taking a job that eventually caused me to make a decision to move. A place where I knew no one, he was the only adult I had to talk to, and he was gone 17 hours a day.
Now let’s add in that during the first part of the year I was taking anti-depressant medication which I had been put on after having my third and final child. Being on it pretty much made me not care about anything including sex. I didn’t care if we had it or not and for the most part I only did it as an obligation of being a wife. I was also a bitch all the time. Bitchy all the time and uninterested in sex can put a real strain on a marriage. So I decided to quit taking the medication.
It took a long time for the medication to finally leave my system and as it did I noticed my sex drive returning which was great but I also started to notice that during my monthly cycle time I was pretty much on the verge of becoming a complete lunatic….and am still dealing with those emotions once a month.
This means he’s dealing with it too and how am I supposed to expect him to understand it when I don’t understand it myself??? I am horrible at the fact that I will sit and dwell on something, overthink it, and drain the life out of it until I then blow up at something as trivial as he didn’t answer a text message.
But there’s not.
There’s also the factor that my husband and I have not had an overnighter alone with just the two of us for almost 2 years now. Sure we have date nights where we go out to dinner, maybe catch a movie or sometimes we are just so exhausted that when dinner is finished we drag ourselves home and to bed. We have 4 kids living at home 3 of which are 5 and under…the oldest, luckily for us, is old enough to babysit so that we can have said date nights. But I truly believe that mommies and daddies need time away to reconnect with one another without the stresses of everyday life.
But through all of these factors, the close calls of calling it quits, the fights, and the craziness in general…we have chosen not to give up. We have chosen to keep our family unit connected and work on making our marriage better.
We have made it clear to one another that we are the glue that bonds this family together and that with both of us coming from broken homes, we want to embrace every chance not to let that happen to our children. And that doesn’t mean only staying together for the children because believe me I have read a lot of material on that lately and that’s unhealthier for the kids than splitting up.
We choose to stay together because we know we truly love each other and also because we realize that the good days are really REALLY good and as long as they continue to outweigh the bad days then the marriage is worth fighting for.
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