There’s this bar that my fiancee and I used to hang out at when we first moved in together. The Players Club. It’s an awesome little neighborhood sports bar for all the non-home team rooting people. As with every bar, there is the resident bar fly, Yvee. After not seeing us for almost a year, she noticed the engagement ring on my finger. Immediately she began congratulating us followed by a ton of the typical “everything changes, don’t let her be a ball and chain, what the hell are you thinking, you need a beer” comments. It made for somewhat of an uncomfortable situation for me.
“But seriously,” she said. “If there is one thing you learn while being married, it is compromise. you learn that arguments happen–you’d go crazy if they didn’t–and then you move on. It is what it is and what it is is forever. You don’t give up, you don’t go down without a fight. So enjoy each other and love each other and stand by each other. Besides, you guys are catholic, you can’t get divorced, you’ll burn in hell or something, right?”
Those words were the most reassuring words I have heard spoken since announcing my engagement. i just wanted to share. She’s right. It’s all about acceptance and compromise. I think my insecurities are starting to diminish. I hope her words help some as much as they have helped me.
xoxox
