They say that the first years of marriage are the hardest. According to Ted Huston, Ph.D., of the University of Texas at Austin, a decline in love, affection, and responsiveness and an increase in ambivalence within the first two years of marriage can predict divorce after 13 years.
Why am I telling you this?
With January comes the inevitable self-reflection on this past year and a tallying of all the pros and cons. Considering that our anniversary transpires in the first month of the year, it is impossible for me not to scrutinize my personal successes and failures under the beam of our marriage. Whether I like it or not, my personal successes have an impact on our little family- whether directly or indirectly.
We married young and with it came words of wisdom and a little trepidation. No one can see the future, us least of all, and we both worried about what the future would hold.
The odds don’t seem weighted in anyone’s favor. Statistics only end up telling you that being young, being religious, being college graduates, coming from big families, and eloping gives you a 50% chance of success- just like everyone else. So you ride it out like everyone else, and this is what I have so far.
The first year was challenging. My husband lost his job, I was in and out of doctors’ offices for a diagnosis that is still forthcoming, one of our cars broke down, and we both worked multiple odd jobs to pay the bills.
2023 may have been better, but it still had its stressors. We went down to being a single-vehicle household, I had three invasive procedures, and we bought a house together during the insane holiday season.
I don’t think being married made any of that any harder. Life is insanely stressful and whether I am married or not will not make it any less stressful.
In Collete’s short novella, Gigi, Gigi tells Gaston, “I would rather be miserable with you than without you.” I told my husband years ago that while this sounds morose, it is the honest-to-God truth.
Since we first started dating, we’ve had a fair share of challenges. From abuse, bedbugs, unemployment, a global pandemic, deaths, funerals, moving (SO MANY TIMES), all the way to graduating and getting engaged it, has been a wild ride. I know that one of these things could make or break a relationship, but we made it. Sure we fought and swore and cried along the way but we made it.
Even though I don’t want to go back to 2022 or 2017, I know that I wouldn’t be the person I am today without all the years behind me. I don’t have delusions that 2024 will be “my year” or that I have a perfect relationship (I don’t- I just yelled at him for getting angry with the dishwasher) I know it will be another opportunity to grow and develop. I don’t think perfection is real, but I do know that growth is.
Today I yelled at Al, but tomorrow I’ll try to be better. I know that there will be some stressful things in 2024, but I’m grateful for the opportunity to be “miserable” with someone who I know loves me and will walk beside me through the good and the bad.
2023 was a good year, but I thought that about all the years previous. I guess I’ll hold on to that hope that when they say “the best is yet to come” they are telling me the truth.