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I’m a better wife this time around. I ask for what I need instead of fuming that he doesn’t know. I know now that sadness and fear look a lot like anger in a man. I try to figure out what he needs instead of assuming he is being unreasonable. I do not indulge in that most destructive pastime of dwelling on his faults. When I find myself doing that (because I’m human too and it’s so horribly delicious to just tick off the ways he’s wrong and you’re right, isn’t it?) I stop, and force myself to acknowledge the ways that I’m wrong and imperfect too.
Marriage is work. And it’s worth it.
Date night. Go for a walk around the neighborhood. Sit on your front stoop with a beer or a glass of wine and talk about the day you met. Laugh about the funny things that happened when you were dating. Talk about the ways he’s a great father, or a great lover. Put a fire in the fire pit and lay your legs across his lap. Tell him what you respect about him. Every good thing he’s done, tell him, let him know that you notice. Talk about the awesome life you are building together.
Feed your marriage, darling.
Life is easier with two grown-ups. Life is easier when you have a partner who has your back. You picked this wonderful, imperfect guy for lots of good reasons, right? Remember those.