This is one post that I'll be saving to come back to. Despite all the other things to go wrong (almost everything), and when it seems like everyone else is against me, I know that my husband is always right there by me.
We've fought tooth and nail, and have only grown closer since the lowest point in our marriage. We give each other the right to take a stinking break and decompress from the stress that is our lives. Illness certainly throws a wrench in a marriage, but so does life in general. It's a fight, either way. But in most cases (definitely not all) it's a fight that's worth every ounce of energy.
It took throwing around the "d" word once when we were both at our wit's ends, but we fought through it, fought for each other and our marriage. We both realized that even though life isn't so fun being together, it would be unthinkable apart. Sure, we call each other jerkbutts every now and then and argue til we're blue in the face sometimes, but the one good thing about fibro is that I generally forget what I'm mad at him about, and then we're fine!
In the grand scheme of things, how much of what you and your spouse argue about really is something that you're even going to care about in five years? Very little. And throwing in some silly names like "eyeball face" in the middle of a disagreement certainly doesn't hurt.
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