Keeping my house a home...

It’s no secret that marriages have more than a 50% failure rate. Being married in today’s society is truly testing. Tomorrow it will be umm 7 months..lol.. I think..waaaiit.. Yes 8 months.. Marriage is definitely not what I thought it would be. I wasn’t one of those girls who knew what her colors would be before she even knew how to spell marriage.. I didn’t dream of a white picket fence with a dog. I didn’t have the names of my 2.5 kids..lol.. I didn’t know the location or the date by heart… When I had my daughter at age 23 I knew the possibility of me getting married was slim.. But one thing I always knew.. I had to marry some one who got me.. Some one who understood simplicity. He had to be my friend. God blessed me.

Lightening would fly up the crack of my ass if I sat here and said all 7 months of my marriage were full of wonder and bliss..lol.. The funny thing about us. We know each other. He knows when I’m mad.. I can say “nothing” until I’m blue in the face, he’ll never accept it as an answer. I know when he’s guilty, I often find myself quietly laughing when I hear his explanations… When I’m mad as hell, my nose scrunched up, and red as a tomatoes.. I avoid eye contact like the plague because I know….one look at him and it disappears.. lol.. There are days I can kiss him until my lips are swollen… days I miss him so much I’ll put his white tee on that smells like Burberry and funk… or lay on his side of the bed so he can purposely give me that look…lmao.. He knows this and I’m ok with that.. and…

There are days that I get home and the milk is sitting out… and the box of empty cereal is still on top of the fridge.. Or when he refuses to open mail the day it comes, and it sits there FOREVER and comes running to me yelling “When did I get this”..lol.. When the seat is covered with piss or he washes only what he needs to wear instead of loading a full load… I still love him..

Transforming our house into a home hasn’t been hard. Getting all of the past out of our house has been. It took me awhile to realize that baggage is unpacked best when it’s ready. Some times you have to trip over your baggage continuously until you realize it’s really slowing you down. I also realized that baggage that you thought you got rid of pieces show up… Even when you have thrown it away… That damn wind blows hard sometimes…

Turning my house into a home was easy, keeping that same house a home… That’s what marriage is all about.. That’s the hard part..