Married One Day At A Time

My husband came home. I thought he wanted to and he thought I wanted him to. I think we were both wrong, but it is kind of sweet. We each gave in for the other, either way, and ended up back together. Now we are trying to live one day at a time. It is easy to talk around it. I don’t even have much to say about it. I’m glad he’s here. I just hope he’s happy.

It’s weird that after 22 years with him, I can’t sweat a few weeks or months of unhappiness or whatever. In the Big Picture, none of that really matters. Unless of course, it affects said Big Picture. Otherwise, time will take care of it. I read in a study of married people that during a five year period they rated themselves on varying scales of happiness. Usually it has nothing to do with the marriage. If I left this relationship, I would just take myself when I go. And honestly, like most people, I am my own biggest problem.