It’s not what the movies show, it isn’t passion and sex or fighting and sleeping on the couch.
It’s much more mediocre, it’s sex once a week in missionary, but cuddles afterwards.
It's when you shower together, you aren't getting ramed into the wall from his desire, but having someone to wash that spot on your back.
It's not all ice, but the fire isn't as hot.
It’s someone bringing you that cup of tea when you are sick in bed with the cold they gave you.
It’s when you stop pretending that you never fart, and letting him laugh when you do.
It's him telling you he wants to name a future daughter "muffin" just to make you slap him.
It’s never wearing your sexy underwear because they are so uncomfortable and he likes you better just naked.
It’s wearing all your “going out” clothes to work even if you have to wear a sweater with them because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t wear them at all.
It’s going to bed at 9 on a Friday night because you are going to wake up early to work out and run errands, who has time for drinking with friends?
It’s falling asleep in the same position every night because you found the one that doesn't crink your neck or hurt his shoulder.
It’s dealing with his sleep talking that wakes you up at 4:00, but still managing to get up at 5:45 to make him a lunch for work.
It’s dealing with your parents, who will forever be condescending and difficult, but still going to those dinners together and laughing at your grandfather who once again brought up the evils of birthcontrol...over the kitchen table.
It’s having someone to lock the door every night, even if they cuss when they trip over something in the small apartment where too many things are crammed.
It’s deciding who is going to pay the bill this month, and getting stuck with it the second time in a row and trying to not care, because it’s “our” money now.
Its grocery shopping together being the most romantic date night you make time for, but the kiss he steals when both of your arms are full of bags, making you somehow feel as if it actually was a date night.
Or maybe your standards for romance have lowered somehow to something much more attainable between work and life.
It’s that when he starts his own load of laundry without being asked that you feel like he just gave you a bouquet of flowers.
You still remember the last time you did 69 and it leaves you with a warm smile, he knows just how.
Then you realize it was over a month ago and can barely remember when that used to be a weekend quickie standby.
It’s not being shy with someone, being able to express yourself without fear of being judged, it’s a toss-up on if they are listening though.
You make it through a long work day and the only thing you can think of is crawling shirtless in bed with him, eating some popcorn and watching the TV show reruns…again.
As long as he doesn’t wipe his hands on your comforter the feeling of closeness permeates the room.
It's not that you are old, or boring, you have never laughed so much in your life at the silly things he does and says.
The relationship is like nothign you have experienced.
No, it’s not as bad as some people believe, and yet it’s not everything you dreamed it was either.
It’s just Marriage.
| This is a perfect description, and I give you props.|
|| Posted on 2012-02-02 00:00:00 | by sageeriol | [ Reply to This ] |