I Will Fight For My Marriage

Four months before I walked down the aisle and married my best friend, I took my engagement ring off and gave it back to him. We had an argument, and it escalated from a very simple disagreement (it was seriously so small that I’m too embarrassed to even share it with you!), to me packing bags and threatening to call the whole thing off. Surprising, right? Me, who is so in love, and so blessed to have a terrific man in my life. I was willing to lose everything over a bit of miscommunication.

I tell you what, though.

I’ll never do that again.

You see, being married, taking that oath…we vowed before God and our family and friends that we were going to stick it out, for better or for worse. Taking my ring off, storming out, calling it quits, those are not things that a wife does. Those actions were signs of brokenness (it’s okay…we’re all broken!), and of being human. Those actions stink of ego and immaturity, and now that I’m a wise old wife of nearly 3 months, I get that. Listen, I love my husband. LOVE. He is everything that I share with you all and more. But he is human, I am human, and sometimes we disagree. It doesn’t mean that it’s over.

It’s never over.

Marriage is forever.

I’ve been in relationships before that weren’t worth fighting for, and so I didn’t. This relationship, though, this marriage…this is different. In fact, from the beginning, Terrence and I knew this relationship was not like the others. Learning each other when we’re on two different sides of the United States, it was challenging to say the least. But we persevered and we pushed through it. And then, when we moved in together, unmarried, saved and celibate, that presented a whole new set of obstacles to overcome. Through God’s grace, though, and Terrence’s strength and patience (oh, that man is STRONG, y’all), and my learning to bend and stretch, we made it through.  There is no way, NO WAY, I’d give up what we have.

As we make our way to 3 months of marriage, and last week we made it through our first (maybe second?) newlywed disagreement, I’m just grateful for the man that I married. I would fight before I’d let anything destroy our marriage, jump over buildings, swim across seas (and I can’t even swim, y’all), and scale tall building. I’m not going anywhere. And neither is my husband. My amazing, supportive, rock of a man, fighter husband.