Tomorrow is Sweetie's and my 34th wedding anniversary. One year ago we were on a road trip to spend time with our son and his girlfriend in Pittsburgh, to see Cedar Point in Ohio, and to see the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I knew that shortly after we got back I would be coming out to her, which I did on June 2, much sooner than I thought. I wanted it to be the best trip ever, with no problems and no strife because I knew we might not make 34 years. The trip wasn't quite that good, but it was very, very good.
I look back on the last year and we've both tried very hard and, although there have been plenty of rocky spots, there has also been much joy. Tomorrow I hope we dedicate ourselves to another year of love, of trying to understand each other better and of treating each other better. Once again I sit wondering if there will be a 35th anniversary. We got past this year, but there are still more issues. It's becoming less and less possible for me to appear male. I'm still out of work, (although I have some prospects). Things are still putting stresses on our marriage and on us.
So, I'm thinking once again, that tomorrow could be our last anniversary, but, truthfully, that has been a possibility every anniversary for ours and every other marriage that has ever been.
If you love someone, whether you're married to them, living together or just seeing each other, evaluate the relationship honestly, end it if you have to, but give it every chance to thrive. Love is too precious and rare to take lightly or treat thoughtlessly.
Heavy thoughts for a Saturday morning.
