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Tomorrow is our 10th anniversary.
Ten whole years. Two houses. Two cities (towns?). Two kids. Two dogs.
3,650 days ago my dad walked me down the aisle and I thought I was in love. Like for real. I was so sure of it.
What a dummy. (A thread about love
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Ten whole years. Two houses. Two cities (towns?). Two kids. Two dogs.
3,650 days ago my dad walked me down the aisle and I thought I was in love. Like for real. I was so sure of it.
What a dummy. (A thread about love
Let me tell you what ten years has taught me:
Love is not fire. It’s not the texts and the phone calls and the dates. The flirtations and the giggles and the rainbows and unicorns. It’s not gazing into each other’s eyes and planning happily ever after.
Love is not fire. It’s not the texts and the phone calls and the dates. The flirtations and the giggles and the rainbows and unicorns. It’s not gazing into each other’s eyes and planning happily ever after.
Love is ash. It’s what’s left when the fire burns out. It’s keeping your vows in the “for worse”. It’s standing by each other through the darkest times. It’s making up EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU FIGHT (because me and Byrne can have some rackets).
It’s being tested and questioned and realizing that the “happily ever” is over, and finding peace and commitment in the “after”.
Our wedding was beautiful and fun and exciting, but then our marriage began. We buried three grandparents and a parent. We lost a baby. We came so close to calling it quits that we almost missed everything in the “after”.
Have I loved Brad every single day since August 27, 2010? Absolutely. Have I liked him? Fuuuuuuuuck no. I didn’t even like him for a couple of hours there yesterday https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🙄" title="Gesicht mit rollenden Augen" aria-label="Emoji: Gesicht mit rollenden Augen">
Every day has not been perfect, but looking back, I would go through every single solitary minute to get us where we are right now. My marriage advice a decade in: let it burn. Strip away the insulation. Survive absolute bliss, profound loss, and full on screaming fights,
and then when all you have left is the ash, congratulations, you’ve arrived.
Ten years later, there’s no one I’d rather stand in the ashes with. I love you, @byr_ne, you irritating, hilarious, stubborn, surprisingly affectionate man. You are my person. My Ash-hole, if you will.
Ten years later, there’s no one I’d rather stand in the ashes with. I love you, @byr_ne, you irritating, hilarious, stubborn, surprisingly affectionate man. You are my person. My Ash-hole, if you will.
