While it's true that Clint and I love each other more than anything, that's not to say our relationship is without it's bumps in the road. For being newcomers to this whole marriage thing, I'd say we're pretty gosh darn good at it.
We hardly fight.
[I prefer to call fighting "having a serious conversation."]
But sometimes, I'm a brat. Please tell me I'm not the only one. Maybe I'll get frustrated over something silly like Clint putting salt on salsa I slaved ALL DAY [maybe not all day] over. And Maybe I worked especially hard to get lots of flavor in it so it didn't need salt. So then I get a little frustrated when he pulls out the salt shaker behind my turned back. Then maybe Clint sees that I'm frustrated and gets upset which moves me from minorly frustrated to full blown upset that he's "apathetic" about my frustrations. And then, let's say hypothetically, somehow this develops into me sobbing in my pillow about everything that's happened from the last time I cried all the way from not helping me with the dishes to leaving me [yes, alone] for four days in our drug and hooker infested apartment [call me a baby if you'd like, but would you want to be alone with the hookers and druggies? That's four days people.]. And then maybe I'll see that I'm being a brat and cry about how I'm such a terrible wife and then I become sure that Clint must regret marrying me.
[wait, this all started about salt, right? Just checkin]
Then, a lightbulb goes off.
We are two different people. No matter how much we love each other and how compatible we are, this is real life. Real life takes work. It takes work to understand the other person's feelings and words. It takes work for Clint to try and understand my feelings and to see that 90% of the time, it goes deeper than the suface issue [anyone seen p.s. I love you? Remember where they're arguing? Like 10 minutes of fighting go by before the real reason she's upset comes out. Guilty as charged.] and also that at a certain point in the month my emotions need to be taken with a grain of salt- but not discounted. Likewise, it takes work for me to be patient in trying to explain how I feel to Clint instead of figured he should already [because come on. it's so obvious] know what is bothering me and what I need from him.
And it's done.
We come up with a game plan for how to better handle our next "serious conversation."
We hug, kiss, and sleep tight.
This is real life, people. Clint and I have our challenges, but there's no one else I'd rather share them with. Above all, I feel so lucky to share this journey of life with such a great boy.
"Choose your love, then love your choice."
-President Gordon B Hinckley on marriage.
I love my choice!