Marriage

Growing up with two parents that love God, each other, and me and my brother unconditionally, I never realized how much work a marriage takes. I've never seen my parents argue. Not even exchange a snide remark. My dad worked three jobs when we were little just so my mom could stay home and be a full-time mommy, and so we would have everything we needed and more. He worked 85 hour weeks for many years, but still found time to be a husband, a father, and head Deacon at church. He has always been superman in my eyes. My mom kept the house clean and cozy. Made amazing dinners every night. Spent time with us. Took us places. Bought us things. Both my parents constantly on the go, but still finding time for each other. They pray together every night. My dad retired and went back to work 60 hours a week.

It took me 21 years to find a man who saw something in me that made him come talk to me that night. We fell in love. He was responsible, sweet, and handsome. A year later we got married. A year after that....I'm still in-love, but I understand now what my parents said about marriage not being easy. (Even if they made it look so.) Some of the things were going through, I never thought would happen with him. He being jobless has been one of the hardest things I could ever imagine. I've had to make a choice to not let this ruin our marriage. Marriage takes commitment and work. And no, money doesn't buy happiness. But you never really realize how much you take for granted when there isn't any. God has blessed us in so many ways. My parents being the biggest part. I don't know what we would do without them.

I just hope that once we get back to NC that we can climb out of this jobless black hole. That we can forgive and heal. And that we'll come out of all of this stronger. I love my husband and I'm ready to move forward with him.