Hm. Only thirty-two years on this marriage, but still. We're weirdly the same (on politics, child-rearing, art, psychology, and an eccentric and specific cosmology), and we're weirdly different.
Marriage is like a pearl machine, for us anyway. Where we agree (most things), we see different aspects of things, and we expand together. Where we disagree (she worries about money; I'm vague — planning the future makes her calm, me anxious — she worries things; I wait to see — she fears death; I don't) we wear against each other until a new understanding arises. The irritant in the shell. Now, after a long time sanding each other, I appreciate her ability to plan and to organize money; she appreciates my calm in the face of difficulty. Appreciation has its limits, of course, but it helps to have appreciated that trait when it's driving you crazy.
It hasn't always been easy, but it works better and better each year. She's still my honey, and I'm still hers.
Marriage is like a pearl machine, for us anyway. Where we agree (most things), we see different aspects of things, and we expand together. Where we disagree (she worries about money; I'm vague — planning the future makes her calm, me anxious — she worries things; I wait to see — she fears death; I don't) we wear against each other until a new understanding arises. The irritant in the shell. Now, after a long time sanding each other, I appreciate her ability to plan and to organize money; she appreciates my calm in the face of difficulty. Appreciation has its limits, of course, but it helps to have appreciated that trait when it's driving you crazy.
It hasn't always been easy, but it works better and better each year. She's still my honey, and I'm still hers.