I’ve always wanted to use that excuse for something, but growing up, the only dog I ever had was Sampson, a black lab who was equally energetic and lazy. He would never eat anything besides the regular food and snacks, so even when I tried to feed him my past-due assignments, he’d turn up his opinionated nose at them.
He’s dead now; we killed him.
It was so hard saying goodbye to a dog I didn’t even really like that I swore I would never love again–love another dog, anyway. Which means, obviously, that no dog actually ate my blog posts. I’ve simply been taking my sweet time getting back into the groove of things since my trip to AZ. My family’s (+Chelsie) visit last week was splendid, although when it came time for them to leave, I almost wished they’d never come–kind of like how I wish I’d never begged my parents for a puppy so I’d never have to kill Sampson.
But dead or alive, time goes on and I’m back in Canada. For Poor Kyle, the novelty of having his wife back has worn off. I think he remembers how testy I can be–I don’t like children, I rarely make the bed, and hosting dinner parties gets me grouchy. I think he wishes I was back in Arizona where he could miss me from a distance, and all my faults would be blurred by fourteen hundred mile markers.
And me? Well, it’s not that I don’t like marriage–I just hate being wrong all the time. Before we got married, I heard from at least 50 people that “marriage requires a lot of compromising.” That was fine with me–Poor Kyle was going to have a lot of compromising to do, naturally. Because I never imagined that he could be twice as stubborn as I am, and I would, in fact, be the one to back down in the name of peace [and not becoming another statistic of divorce].
Then again, he probably feels like nobody ever warned him just how often he would have to give up and give in to keep the peace. I read a lot of blogs about marital and parental bliss, and I’m not buying it. Yes, I’m happily married. Yes, I intend to remain so [and to Poor Kyle] all the days of my existence. And yes, I will probably be wrong–and hate being wrong–for the entire duration.
There’s two sides to every story, even [especially] in marriage.
I suppose Poor Kyle should start his own blog if he wants equal representation.
p.s. Happy Birthday, big sis! Good thing you have two birthdays and I’ll be seeing you on your second one, or else I would be the All-Time-World’s-Worst-Sister. Lucky me. Lucky you.