As Adam and I close on our sixth month of marriage, I
thought I’d share some of what I’ve learned about marriage itself and
relationships in general.
First, a couple truths about married life.
1.) Being married is NOT a magical state of existence where all your problems disappear and you live in wedded bliss forever. Insecurities, anxieties, resentments, jealousy, halitosis—all still there.
1.) Being married is NOT a magical state of existence where all your problems disappear and you live in wedded bliss forever. Insecurities, anxieties, resentments, jealousy, halitosis—all still there.
2.) Being married does NOT mean that you have your life
figured out, or that you know what you will be doing in a week, a year or 5
years. I’m usually lucky if I know
what I’m cooking for dinner on a given day.
3.) Being married does NOT make you instantly feel like a
real grown up. In fact, you may still occasionally have yearnings to revert to
a younger version of yourself without so many responsibilities. Adam and I both suffered from this while
we were home for Christmas.
4.) Being married does NOT mean that you are free of doubts
about yourself and the path you are on and how to make and find meaning in this
world we live in. I think this is just part of the existential quandary that is
being in your twenties. Yes,
there are a few people who seem to have everything figured out and live doubt
free. Good for them. (I have a feeling that if you dug
beneath the surface a bit, you’d find some insecurity.)
5. )Being married DOES meant that you get to spend the
majority of your time (including all those moments agonizing over 1-4) with
your favorite person in the whole world.
And amidst all the worrying and uncertainty and unpredictability of everything around you, you have one amazing
constant. That, friends, is a gift.
I love being married. I might even say that the past 5 ½
months have been some of the happiest, most contented months of my life. That
is not to say that they have been free of sadness or anger or bitterness or
heartbreak. Those low moments that occur in relationships—definitely still
there. BUT the high moments outshine the low ones about ten thousand to one.
In fact, my biggest challenge has been to stay present, to
stay in the moment. I have this terrible
tendency in the midst of the good moments, the REALLY good moments, to let dark
thoughts creep in. (Thankfully after reading some Brene Brown, I know this is a universal
problem) These dark thoughts
usually come in one of two ways: 1) I envision something really bad happening
that would ruin the moment. (Like getting hit by a car, which actually happened
to me once!) or 2.) I worry we
won’t be this happy forever. Isn’t
that crazy? Instead of fully enjoying the happiest moments of my marriage, I’m
tainted by worry that this happiness won’t last. That in 5 or 10 years we won’t
feel this way about each other.
Anyway, my goal lately, and one that I will continue
into the new year, is to soak in the happiness of the present
moment (being kissed in the kitchen, lying in bed listening to the rain
outside, looking across the table at my husband on a random Tuesday date night)
and to push away those nagging worries.
Part of the burden of having a “type A” personality is that we’re so
busy planning/obsessing over our next activity that we forget to enjoy the
present moment.
I think one of the greatest benefits I’ve seen in marriage
so far is that it forces you be less selfish. As much as we are hardwired to think otherwise, this is a universal truth: It’s not all about you. It’s just not.
If you’re doing it the right way, I think marriage should
kick your butt in that it forces you to put the needs of someone else above
your own. I’m not advocating for a
“whipped,” spineless husband or a totally submissive, self-effacing wife, but
if both people truly put the needs of their beloved above their own, magic
happens. And by magic, I mean
grace, which is a beautiful, life-altering, soul-fulfilling thing.
While it should be our constant desire to put our loved
one’s needs above our own, we’re human, so we’re going to screw up a good bit
of the time. In navigating this balance of self/husband, I’ve learned two
pieces of advice that may apply to other relationships:
1.) Choose someone who is a better person than you are.
2.) You don’t always have to have the last word.
If number 1 is a given, number 2 comes a lot easier. Most of
the time I fail at number 2, but two experiences recently have helped me learn
why it’s so important.
Adam and I were arguing about something. I don’t even
remember what it was now, but I do remember that I was angry that he hadn’t
done the dishes. From my
embittered, self-righteous anger, I had said a couple spiteful things. (Most of
which probably stemmed from my own insecurity) I was right on the verge of making some other snippy comment
about the dishes not being done, but I waited. I held my tongue. And you know what Adam did? Even though
he was angry at me? The dishes. It
was amazing, and it never would have happened if I had the last word.
Another day Adam came home late from work and I was in bed
with a bad cold. One thing you have to know about me is that sometimes I am very
needy. I mean annoyingly, disgustingly, exhaustingly needy. Adam, bless his
heart, puts up with this, and when I have a cold, my neediness factor
multiplies tenfold. As soon as he walked into the bedroom that day, I whined about
my stuffy nose and my cough and asked him to come snuggle with me. “Look, I haven’t even taken my
jacket off yet!” he said, more brusquely than my overly-emotional sick self
could handle. I was on the verge
of tears and had about ten things I wanted to say back to him. He changed his
clothes and walked out of the room.
In my head, I composed a litany of comebacks ranging from
“How could you just walk away like that!” to “Are you not even going to come
give me a kiss??” Maybe because I
was showing some self-restraint, or maybe because the cold was slowing down my
brain cell reaction time, I didn’t say anything. I just waited. If I were Adam, at this point, I probably
would have closed the door behind me, grabbed a beer, and sat on the couch to
watch t.v. This is why it’s so
important to love someone who is a better person than you, because once again,
you know what he did? He came back with a cup of tea and crackers, crawled into
bed next to me, kissed me on the forehead, and told me to go to sleep, which is
really what I needed all along.