You know me, I gotta keep it real. I can’t let you people assume things that just aren’t true about me. I can’t let you all put me on some pedestal like that. Besides, I don’t like heights that don’t have rails on it.So. If you assumed that…
- I have a perfect marriage
- I’m still in my 20’s
- I like to clean
- I don’t like to eat.
- I wear makeup every day.
- I cook like a gourmet chef.
- My house is perfect.
- I’m so thin I’m practically a stick figure.
- I’m from Ohio
…you’d be dead wrong.
Especially about that last one. Never assume that EVER. Mkay? Some of those other ones I’ll let slide, but not that last one.
And as for that perfect marriage, doesn’t this picture LOOK like we have the perfect marriage? Don’t we look all happy and like we never fight and like we only look at each other with love all the time every day?
Yeah. Not so much.
Don’t get me wrong. Lazy Dad’s a keeper, but there’s sometimes we probably both wish we weren’t the ones that has to do the keeping.
Did I ever tell you about that time that Lazy Dad and I went away and we were mad at each other the whole time? As in, wouldn’t talk to each other. THE WHOLE TIME we were away.
It was pitiful.
Jenilee was there. She can attest that it was true.
But there were extenuating circumstances around that trip. Ones that I won’t go into. But lets just say it involved a lot of outside stress. Like 14 months of it.
My point is, everything is not as it always appears. Facebook, blogs, pinterest… all portray a not so accurate picture of who we are. And I just can’t have that. I must be realz.
We argue with the best of them.
We annoy each other with the best of them.
We hurt each others feelings with the best of them.
We don’t always get this thing called marriage right with the best of them.
Basically, whatever the best of them has done, I’m sure we’ve done it too.
Unless the best of them has all been to Hawaii. Now, that we haven’t done. But we’d like to.
Anyway. The great thing about an imperfect marriage is that it helps whittle away a whole lot of that ugly, no-good, stingy little thing called “self.” I thought I was a pretty self-less person till I got married. Something crazy happens after you say, “I do.” A mirror gets held up to you and you see yourself for who you REALLY are.
And it ain’t pretty.
Then. THEN. As if that wasn’t enough! Children come along. And then you REALLY realize how self-less you aren’t!
An even BIGGER mirror gets held up to you that shows things even deeper than the last mirror and you think to yourself, “Whoa. I really had no idea who I was on the inside.”
(Please all testify with me that this is true. I’d hate to be the only one keeping it real today.)
Yes, marriage and children = post traumatic selfish disorder.
The good news is there’s a cure for it!!
Just die to your self and you’ll be all good.
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