My husband and I dated for 3 weeks when he proposed. We did not announce our engagement for two months. We were married 11 months after he proposed. I was NOT pregnant. Lol.
Some of our friends *cough cough* actually took bets we would not make it. They bet we would divorce within 2 years; never see 10 years let alone 20.
They are not our friends any more.
They Bet Against Us but We Won
This past September my husband and I celebrated 23 years of marriage. Not blissful, not rainbows and unicorns happy, but united and committed to each other. I really don’t know why.
In over 2 decades we’ve had our share of drama and stress. My brother passed away unexpectedly, my son was very ill at birth, my father passed away 5 days after I gave birth to my son and I had to manage the funeral, my other son was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes, my daughter suffered from chronic migraines, my husband’s own challenges, I had a PTSD problem dealing with the stress, I struggled with depression, we had financial challenges, and on and on and on.
Statistically (perhaps logically) we should not still be together. But we are.
I do not have an explanation why we are still married. People have divorced over much less than what we have lived through. Yet, here we are. Still married. Still winning the bet. Still laughing in the faces of our “friends” who have since divorced themselves.
Perhaps it is just that God knew what he was doing when He joined my husband and I together. Perhaps He knew we were both too stubborn to cry “uncle” and let go. Perhaps He knew we would grow in ways otherwise impossible.
I don’t know but I like to believe that God has a plan and that plan includes me staying married to the same man.
Not June and Ward Cleaver
Don’t misunderstand. This is not the Cleaver household.
Click here if you don’t even know who the Cleavers were because you are significantly younger than me. 🙂 My husband can be an obtuse, stubborn, narcissistic ass; I can be a drama queen, irrational, unreasonable, and hysterical. We get into power struggles (we are both controlling — don’t get me started over the television remote!)
In the end, though, somehow, we work it out and come back together. Marriage is a rocky road at times. I am glad for those bumps and dips, pot holes, and steep climbs because I am a far better person, wife, mother than I was 20 years ago. I can only imagine God has more growth ahead — as I plan to live well into the 100’s!
At the end of the day, though, we win the bet!