Anniversary presents are nice, but it’s the every day giving that makes a marriage.
When you make those vows, you’re so hopeful that there will be more health than sickness and more richer than poorer. Life often has other, crueler, plans.
Often growing up means growing apart, too. Or, worse, you refuse to grow at all. Problems arise when one or both can’t accept the person as they really are and keep trying to make them into whatever fairytale vision they had for the other on that vow-day.
Marriage ain’t for everyone. For it to really work at all, through all the shit life throws, requires the one thing this world lacks so greatly: love. But, people’s idea of what that is is so far from what it really is that it’s no wonder problems abound as they do.
Convention sometimes must be thrown out the window. Accepting the reality of your partner and supporting them in whatever self-discoveries they make. Allowing exploration instead of fearing it.
Today is my 11th wedding anniversary. I’m ill and we have no money to celebrate. Yeah, that sucks, but if I had to choose between the big, yearly, token gifts and the every day gifts I receive from a man who I know loves me, I’d go with the latter every time.
He brings me coffee in bed every morning because he wants to soften the blow of another morning coming.
He makes me laugh and laughs at my jokes.
He still makes love to me. Not out of some obligation. But because he still really wants me.
He ignores people who say he’d be better off without me (including me when I’m the one who says it).
He supports and celebrates my music.
He takes care of me, even though it’s not easy being a caregiver to one so ill, and does it without making me feel like the mistake/waste of space I so often feel I am.
Expensive gifts are nice…but they can’t replace these priceless ones.