I love being married. And I love specifically being married to my husband.
It’s just a wonderful thing to be able finally to live a part of life we have longed to live, to be husband and wife, together in all ways, and blessed by God.
Thank you, God. Keep us safe, please, and help us always to pursue and fulfill your will as we work to be our best selves. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
“How’s married life?” she asks.
Bizarre stresses, but good.
Job stuff isn’t sorted yet, but improving for both of us.
But, fortunately, we don’t have a horrible green splotch in our hallways or this terrible white section of paint in the hall bathroom anymore, and it feels Really good having them both gone.
“Haha. It’s amazing how little things like that make such a big difference”
…….
And, boy, is she right…
A friend of mine offered to help with whatever when she came to town for my wedding. I didn’t have any wedding stuff that needed help, but a last-minute panic of my man’s had us wanting to paint these two spots that have been the same for actual years. But, since his family was coming over, he suddenly cared about them… them being these two areas of painting that needed to be covered and that drove me nuts every single day… My friend has spent much of her career working in technical theatre, building and designing and painting sets. She also taught shop classes and such. I knew she could handle it and wouldn’t at all be upset at the idea. I asked, and, sure enough, she not only agreed immediately, but agreed with excitement. Just up her alley, she’d said.
So, they got fixed.
And it’s been amazing not staring at the green strip next to the updated A/C panel in the hallway or that horrible white section where the piping had been redone in the bathroom, and it was only ever painted with white, instead of the grey of the bathroom walls.
Post-a-day 2024
Having OCD really, really…, really sucks, sometimes.
But I am grateful to be married to a man who loves me so well and whom I love.
…
But OCD can just really suck.
God, help to heal me, please. Ease our communication struggles with one another, and help us to find comfortable and easy communication, especially on the hard moments with one another. Thank you for this man, my husband, and this opportunity to grow together and through and with you. In your name, I pray. Amen.
P.S., God. Would you make clear for me my next step regarding my work, please? I feel a change coming, but am unclear right now what specifically to do in the moment. Help me to see it clearly, so that I may do it, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
Happy Groundhog Day and day we almost used for our wedding date!!
Actually, I almost cried several times today. And not even over anything individually worth crying. I was just so pushed to a point that all the normally manageable hassles and annoyances and unkindnesses were just too much for me today… I could take it, but I was nearly unwilling to take it… I didn’t want to make the effort anymore.
I apologized or clarified to my students several times today that I was not trying to be mean or harsh, and that I was just stressed and exhausted and worn down, and I didn’t mean for it to come out negatively toward them. I didn’t want to have to be saying that to them, but it was the responsible thing to do. And they got it. A few of them were also very worn down from the week for their own reasons, so they could relate at least somewhat.
But, man, were my buttons pushed today… and I so was close to not caring anymore and throwing out reason for revenge. Sometimes, people just [curse-word] suck. Ugh(!!!!!!!)!
Thank you, God, for this free day tomorrow to recover and sort out storing clothes in our marital home. (And thank you for our marital home!!!!) Keep us safe, please, and show us clearly our next step in pursuing and fulfilling your will. Help us to see clearly when to make a baby, please. Or just handle that for us when it is time, please, and help us to trust you on it. Thank you for this life and our marriage. In your name, we pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
We aren’t even on a honeymoon, and I have a high. I think, because we are having to do our everyday life already, I get so focused in on those tasks and whatnot, that my conscious mind forgets temporarily that we are married. And so, when it suddenly has something to remind it that, in fact, we are married now, I get all the more excited and delighted remembering it. I get surprised and delighted all throughout my day and night. And I love it.
Naturally, of course, my man, my husband, thinks I’m nuts for it. When I become newly present to the facet that we are married and that I am extremely grateful for this fact, I’ll often end up staring at him with ebbing tears in my eyes, and saying soppily, “We’re married,” or, “You’re my husband,” or something of the like. He chuckles and rolls his eyes most of the time, concurring that, yes, we are or yes, he is, and often telling me I’m ridiculous. Which, to be fair, I totally am. I have even jumped up and down or clapped or half-panted/grunted like an excited dog plenty of times already. I’m just super excited and grateful to be married to this man, and I show it. (!!!!!!!!!!)
And he actually knows me and still Chose me. That’s what’s just so cool about it all… opposite of my dear that people will know me and reject me, he knows me and chooses me, again and again, and chooses to do this for the rest of our lives.
And that’s awesome.
That is the love of God.
Thank you, God, for being with and within us. Please, keep us safe and together, and help us always to do your will. Show us clearly our next step always, please. And thank you for your love. In your name, we pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
Today was a good day. I am extremely grateful for my husband.
Thank you, God, for this man and for our relationship. Please, help him to sleep well and to learn well. Help him to pursue effectively this dream he is currently pursuing for work. Ease his worries, sharpen his mind for the tasks at hand, and, please, keep him always safe. Help me to find my path with work, too, please. Make my next step always clear. Grant us both ease in our trust in you. In your name, we pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
I am married. I am a wife. I have a husband. We have a home. And it was like the dog even new today that something was different – she greeted him still first, but then lovingly greeted me, too, with intensity she never had had for me.
Also, it keeps raining, and the poor chickens were already surrounded by a river yesterday from the rain… 
God, keep us all safe, please. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
There is already a conversation on the concept of “Catholic Shame”, which is the idea that one feels intense shame at certain thoughts, feelings, and actions that may be somewhat commonplace or only a small deal in terms of sin, and it is especially strong for the realm of sexuality and sexual acts. I have both heard of this and experienced this much in my life.
What I hadn’t heard, however, was the idea of the Madonna-Whore complex as tied to Catholic Shame. Separate from the whole Sigmund Freud idea, it is the concept that Catholic (and Christian) women, once married, have trouble transitioning from the idea that sexual acts are always sinful to that they now are an acceptable and encouraged act of love with God at their center. Put differently, when, as a married woman, she participates in sexual acts with her husband, though those acts are blessed within the marriage, she feels like a whore… because she’s spent the first however many years of her life believing she must be a whore if she even wanted those acts, let alone participated in them.
So, that’s a new one for me… and I believe it most definitely will apply to me once I marry…
Post-a-day 2023
Some conversations are best kept secret. But some conversations are well worth overhearing, especially the utterly absurd ones… because life is too short not to overhear the clever yet ridiculous stuff.
……
A couple is talking about how long they will be married in life, how many years they have left to live together.
Man: By then, life expectancy probably will be much higher. Or, even, they probably will have figured out how to put my head in a jar thing like in Futurama, stick it on a robot body, and let me walk around forever!
Woman, smirking and eyeing him: Honey, but I’m not with you for your brains…
Man: Well… they probably can cut off my penis and preserve that for you, too!
Woman, chuckling: And what would I do with that?! My head’ll be in a fish bowl, too!
Man: ….
Man [lightbulb strikes]: Put it in your mouth!!
Both laugh intensely.
Woman, nodding and laughing: Guess that could just float in the helmet with me…
Man: Exactly!
Woman: That was good… Well done, dear. Well done.
……
You’re welcome. Now you, too, have gotten to experience this stupidly clever conversation. 😛
Post-a-day 2023
A somewhat recent acquaintance of mine is a chiropractor. I asked him last night, as he had told me to ask whenever I wanted his help, if he could look into a sharp pain I was getting in my left elbow (not for the first time, but the first time in months). The casual deftness and gentleness with which he evaluated, pressed, prodded, rotated, shifted, squeezed, and popped the various parts and muscles of my arm, wrist, elbow, and shoulder had me blown away. And, after he fiddled around so gently and calmly, doing what all he was doing with my arm as he made a running commentary about how tight this or that was, my arm felt a hundred times better. When I went and tested the exact movement that had been causing the sharp pain each time, the pains were gone. Only a slight dullness remained at one single point in the movement, the point with the highest level of stress on my elbow. But it wasn’t painful; just tired-feeling. All-in-all, it was an amazing experience with an utterly relieving (physically and mentally) outcome.
Though this acquaintance himself has little to do with this next statement, what he did last night has everything to do with it.
I think I might want to marry a chiropractor.
😛
Post-a-day 2021
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