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Well, Thak and I didn't get to live together until we'd been married almost half a year. I can't recall any real problems we had or adjustments that we had to make. I mean, he folds his shirts differently than I do, but that's only a small thing. We're both the same level of neat freak, and we're both a little bit OCD about certain things, but luckily, all of our little OCD things coexisted nicely. We only got to live together for a couple months that time, and he left for Iraq. Now, we've been able to live together for almost 7 months, so we're just now getting a feel for how we REALLY are as a couple in the same location. I'm trying really hard to think if there is anything that just drives me nuts that he does, or anything he's mentioned to me, but I really can't think of anything. I mean, of course there's always the standoff about dishes, and he has to be reminded to take out the trash, which I hate to do, so I always end up taking it out myself, but otherwise, I really can't think of anything...
I don't think we're necessarily more alike than other couples we know, but I think we've been through enough big stuff that small stuff just no longer registers on our radar screen... I do not care that he leaves his shoes, dirty uniforms, and dishes everywhere because it means that he is here with me and not in some desert somewhere. I do not care if he eats more than me and Erin combined. Sure, it ups our grocery bill through the roof, but it means he is alive. That's all that matters. Everything else is just window dressing, and the first couple years we had went a long way toward teaching us about what's important. That's why we never argue over small stuff, or really much at all. It's just not worth it to worry about those things when we have real matters of life and death which are far more worthy of our attention.
I went right from living with my parents to living with my husband, virgin on the wedding night etc, as I was only 18. The main thing I noticed was how quiet it was compared to my house with my family. I was the oldest of six kids, so it seemed eerily quiet at first.
I was married fifteen years, and I loved being married.
[FONT="Century Gothic"]"Do not fear death, rather, beware the unlived life" Lao Tzu, Tao.
"Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson. [/FONT]
^You know, it's funny... there have been times when I've wished I'd done it the way you did. It just seems so perfect... I know nothing's perfect, and you're probably laughing at me for thinking it would be, but it just seems so nice.
The truly ironic part is that had I not gone out and had all the various misadventures which lead me down the troubled road to Ft. Hood, Texas, I never would have met Thak, so maybe it is better that I did not go about things the way you did. Still, it remains something I daydream about occasionally... "what if none of that stuff from the past had never happened, and there was only Thak...." Like I said, it just seems so nice...