Marriage is two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other. Humor is the lubricant that keeps the engine from seizing up. So here’s my revised definition:
I used to believe in that myth too.
Expecting your spouse to read your mind, meet your every emotional need, and never disappoint you is a recipe for resentment. Instead, hold yourself to a high standard (kindness, honesty, effort) and extend your spouse grace when they fall short. the perfect marriage
But after a decade of marriage—through job losses, sleepless newborn nights, a global pandemic in close quarters, and the slow, unglamorous work of becoming two different people than the ones who said “I do”—I’ve realized something counterintuitive: Marriage is two imperfect people refusing to give