Marriage

  Life is hard. Marriage is harder. Sometimes you want to throw your hands up in the air and say "Fuck it!".
  However, sometimes you get over that little bitch fit that you threw, you stop, take a few deep breaths, and realize that maybe you're wrong. Or maybe he's wrong, but it doesn't really matter. What really matters is that this is love. Love gets ugly sometimes, we argue, we say things that we don't mean, and sometimes we go to bed angry. That's okay. You'll most likely wake up in the morning, roll over and sigh with contentment. If you're lucky, you'll wake up before he does, and you can watch him while he sleeps. He's so peaceful and cute like that. Maybe you'll snuggle up closer to him, even though the dog is hogging all the blankets and he smells like morning breath. Maybe you'll stroke his face, and feel terrible about the things that you said while you were arguing. Maybe you'll apologize, maybe he will.
The apologies are insignificant, because you've both forgiven each other silently already. Then the alarm goes off. Time to get up and face the day. You're both tired and cranky, maybe you'll argue again, about bills, money, etc. Regardless, you'll kiss each other goodbye before you go out into the world. Maybe you both still have a little resentment against each other.
  Later in the day, one of you will call or text. He'll probably beat you to it, you were really just thinking about doing it. It's just a simple text, to say that he loves you. Maybe he calls you by your nickname, and it makes your heart melt. Now you can't wait to see him at the end of the day.
  You discuss your day over dinner, you figure out the bills, the money, and all of your other life situations. Maybe you have a light hearted bicker over what to watch on TV. Maybe you'll try to get comfortable by draping your body all over him. He'll complain, saying that he can't breathe, then you'll ask him if he  just called you fat. He'll shake his head and tell you that he loves you the way you are. Then you'll laugh at him, because you know he doesn't really think you're fat, you just like to mess with his head.
  Maybe then you'll make plans for the weekend, maybe you'll talk about something important, like who's turn it is to scrub the toilet, or why he has to be so annoying all the time. You get on each others nerves so bad. He drives you crazy, and the feeling is mutual. He accuses you of making him go bald, you tell him that he's the reason that you're going gray.
It's the end of the day. Maybe he falls asleep on the couch, or maybe you both go to bed together. Maybe you get up to a little bit of the nasty no-no, or maybe you just go to sleep with the dog sprawled out between the two of you.
  To some people, this sounds boring. It's really not. It's love and commitment. It's two people accepting each other, with all of their flaws and mistakes. This is just a story about my marriage, not anyone else's. Our marriage, like most marriages, is hard work. It's not a walk in the park. It's a grind, we have to work at it constantly. But we don't mind, because we're soulmates. In our strange, opposites attract kinda way, we're meant to be. I love him, and he loves me. That's the important part. The rest is just part of a story that we'll tell to our kids and grandkids someday.
One final thing, marriage is not for the weak of heart. If you're not sure, if you have some reservations, do everyone a favor and don't do it! This shit isn't for everyone, but it's definitely for me.