A coworker just got married. Another co-worker and I were talking about all the adjustments she’ll be making over the next six months to a year. It got me to thinking…I wouldn’t want to be a newlywed again for nothing!
I dated my man six years before we married. What an adjustment it was…going from being on my own for years to suddenly having to share everything. I went from having one kid underfoot to three teenagers in my house…and they weren’t very well behaved, either. (They all turned out just fine, but there was a moment I was doubtful when I was having to share my space with them.) Everywhere I turned, there was a body….if wasn’t a body who lived with me, it was the body of one of their friends. Or one of the dogs. Or the man.
Leftovers for lunch the next day? Forget about it. Thirsty? Drink water…from the tap. Shampoo, conditioner, lotion….empty containers everywhere! Towels and toilet paper disappeared…the phone was always in use (before cell phones were in every one’s hands and minutes were unlimited).
And that man who I thought I knew so well…he had some odd habits, and I had to get used to them. And we know I didn’t have anything odd that he had to get used to!
And having to share me…not just my space. And I’ll just leave it at that. Adjustments and rough patches. At one point, I was ready to walk away…but it would take another five minutes to tell you why I didn’t leave. We just celebrated our 22nd year of marriage, and I couldn’t be happier that I stuck it out.