A couple of years ago, I read an article written by a married man who was describing marriage as work. Work that he happened to come across just to realize that he was having the choice between keeping at it or quitting. I wish I could remember where I read this article, or the name of the author.
When I read it, it first struck me as pretty odd to see marriage not as a relationship, but as a job… At that time, I had been married for just a few years, and yes, of course, there were obstacles and differences, yet I couldn’t imagine my married life as a sort of work.
Over the past half-decade, I have been pretty much looking into myself, inwardly, because I felt the urge to do something about the way my marriage had shaped itself into. My husband is working all day, but he still finds the time for the people and things that matter most to him.
He’s a very hard worker, and a good family man. One you can depend on. The real sweet one. Every woman I know loves my husband for exactly these traits. Perfect? Oh sure, until you’re gonna marry a person like my husband and find out one day, that you’re not on the top of his favorite list.