Ken and I have been married for exactly thirteen years. In fact, today is our anniversary.
I met him the summer I turned sixteen. He had hair down to his shoulders, and he wanted to be a rock star. That was all it took for me to fall head over heels in love with him.
When we first got married, he was your typical single guy, immature and cocky, and I was your typical childish girl, selfish and stupid. Sounds like a match made in heaven, doesn’t it? As you can imagine, those first years of marriage were hard for us. Really hard. And we fought…a lot.
You see, I had this picture in my head of what marriage should look like. After we said, “I do,” there was supposed to be happily ever after, and in my version of “happily ever after” my new husband was to give into my every whim, fill my life with romance, and finally make my life complete. Now, I never would have actually said those words out loud at the time because I knew that was silliness. No marriage was going to do all that, but I can see now, years later, that those feelings were really the driving force behind most of our fights.