Yesterday hubby and I celebrated 11 years of marriage. We had a great day, but just stayed home as we hadn’t had a weekend in the new house. We also had surprise visitors who were nearby and it was just a really nice day. We finished off by enjoying a fire in the stainless steel firepit I’d bought for him.
11 years is a big deal. The more time I’m married the more I realise what a BIG deal these anniversaries really are.
What got me thinking about that was because it was only 2 days previously that we’d had a big blow up argument…..in front of our children. One of those awful moments that you watch unfold but you have to commit to, even though part of you is shouting at you to give in and walk away.
It’s not as if we hadn’t argued for a while either. We had a humdinger of one heading from the airport in Spain to the holiday villa.
There is no doubt things have to change. I can’t control him, but I can control myself.
I feel I bite my tongue a bit. Perhaps I need to bite my tongue more often.
Perhaps I just need to remind myself that we are a team and as long as I love him (and I do) I have to think more about the greater good (within reason) and learn to cope with what I deem are his inadequacies.
Time to take stock and work out whether I want to be right all the time or whether I want a happy home life.
I think I know the answer.