One Day

Last night we watched a pretty horrible movie, One Day, with Anne Hathaway. It was based on one of those Nicholas Sparks-ish novels. It was fairly awful with moments of excruciating and my poor husband sat through the whole thing and only barely complained.
There is a star crossed lovers theme where the best friends don’t get together until nearly 20 years later. ***Spoiler Alert*** (although I highly recommend skipping it, so actually I’m doing you a favor here … You’re welcome). They get together only to have her get hit by a bus when you think she might finally be pregnant. I totally saw it coming. Who writes this shit? Ugh!
After a whole evening wasted on this tragedy (the tragic part was us on the couch watching the film), I did feel somewhat validated at the end.
My husband and I started dating in high school, went to separate colleges and aside from a few two week breaks, we stayed together for the past 13.5 years. It wasn’t easy and I wouldn’t advise my kids to go to college attached, but I’m grateful that we didn’t waste any time apart. This movie made me realize that we did the right thing for us by staying together and sticking it out through the fights, the temptations, the 11 hour bus rides in the middle of the night to see each other. It has made marriage that much easier. We know each other probably better than we know ourselves (at least that’s what I tell him when I want him to do something that he doesn’t want to do).
We don’t often articulate to our loved ones how thankful we are to have them in our lives. It’s a choice people make to be with another person and commit themselves forever. To put up with the nagging, the task mastering, the compromising that often accompanies a lasting relationship, it’s no picnic at times. I’m referring mostly to what he has to deal with being with me. He is able to see the big picture when I only see details. He is totally supportive of me lopping off my boobs so that we can enjoy each other’s company for a long long time. This is a big deal because I can be a pain in the ass and sometimes I think it was my boobs that brought him to me in the first place and has helped him stay for so long. I’m so lucky to have him as my husband, the father of my children and my best friend. Darn, another one I should have saved for Father’s Day or our anniversary. But the moral of this story is never waste time by not being with the one you love. Tell them you love and appreciate them (even if their dirty clothes always wind up next to, not in, the hamper). Life is too short.

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