May I be honest?
I wouldn’t want to live this particular evening over again. It wasn’t the the best evening of my life.
It was sad and stressful. And my manhood was on the line to a certain extent. Maybe it was on the line legitimately, maybe not. Probably a little of both.
Our discussions really centered around how well we could move forward and not be enslaved financially. We have to work together. We have to be committed to a plan and execute it.
I have to give my all at work or be proactive in finding additional work.
This is the case, though: We have to bring all of ourselves to the table at all times if we want to be an 80 year old couple that holds hands and looks longingly in each other’s eyes whenever we’re not eating lemon meringue pie.
That’s what I want. What can we do now, at 42 and 39 respectively, so we have the type of marriage at 80 that makes folk singers write songs about sweet old people love?