It’s the little things that make a relationship work. Once you’re past the initial heady excitement of butterflies in the stomach and awe at every funny thing your partner says, you’re left with the bare bones of reality. Socks on the floor, a comfortable ease with each other than can stretch into boring if you don’t take care.
I remember reading an interview with Iman after David Bowie died, saying how he still make her stomach flip after all those years of being together. The NLM still makes my stomach flip, but not in the anxious “does he like me?” way of those first days, but a “I can’t believe he did that” way that comes with five years of marriage and eight years of co-habitation.
We’re not perfect. No couple is (no PERSON is, come to think of it). But we work and that, mainly, is because we view marriage and this business of raising small people as a job that’s to be done together. Of course he has habits (as do I) that set my teeth on edge. He still doesn’t know how to put his socks in the laundry basket and he has a blind spot when it comes to crumbs on the breadboard. I often find myself moaning about him “not getting it” to my mum mates. But on balance, those things really don’t matter. [Read More…]Follow