Marriage is a Funny Thing

Today, our fourth anniversary is just like most days: me home with the kids while Mike’s working. Nothing different, just another day.

But it’s not like any other day really, because it’s today – four years ago that I was a blubbering idiot as I said my vows to love, honour and obey stand by him through think and thin.

We’ve had a lot of thin over the past year.

We’ve also had a lot of thick.

But no matter, we can always find out way back to each other.

Two years ago I wrote this:

Today while washing dishes together, Mike had a rather large knife in his hand and requested the dry towel I had hanging haphazardly over my shoulder; I leaned in for him to take it, but instead he just wiped the knife blade as the towel remained on my shoulder. I moved to avoid the shiny sharp edge that we strategically aimed towards my jugular.

He says: “Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to hurt you!”
To which I reply, “I know hon; just not keen to have a knife blade aimed at my throat.”
Mike then retorts: “I’d strangle you before I’d stab you. That way I can watch your life be slowly drained away- kinda like you do to me every. damn. day.”

Ah, the love.

To some it may seems shocking and hurtful that he’d say something like that to me, but that’s the way we’ve been since day one.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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