At 21, I got married (way too young) and was married for 19 years and finally left after many miserable years. I was single for 3 years and proved to myself I could take care of myself - got jobs, apartments, vehicles, cared for the kids, etc. This was incredibly important to me to know I could take care of myself. Three years later I married a man who had become my best friend. For two years we had a long-distance relationship 500 miles apart. We've been married 9 1/2 years now. It has shown me that no marriage is perfect, each has it's own share of love and grief, but it sure is good to laugh together. He often says his job in life is to make me laugh. We have our ups & downs, but we talk. We don't go to bed mad at each other. We appreciate each other. We pray together. We read and discuss ideas together. We have gone to counseling during rough patches. It helps. I'm not even sure that a "happy marriage" is a realistic way to view it. No one is happy every moment forever. But I know I'm satisfied with my marriage, it is maturing and I can honestly say that I look forward to growing old with him. We honor each other as individuals. and like the song says, "Love the one you're with!"
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