Life will happen. You’ll screw up. You’ll fight. You’ll probably even slam a few doors and say something horrible you don’t really mean.
That’s what happens when we’re human. We’re flawed. Expecting perfection, rainbows and glitter is unrealistic.
Whenever a couple tells me, “We never fight,” I know they’re in trouble.
Making Friday night a date night or planning to go for a walk and holding hands reconnects you. It’s nice to feel special and attracted to your partner who you’ve only passed in the hall on the way to clean up the kids vomit or looking for clean socks.
Being married means accepting all of someone, their flaws and ugliness, not just the good parts.
Finding the person who brings out your best and stands beside you at your worst is key.