My husband and I have been married for 18 years. We've hung out for 21. We been through ups and downs, but nothing that has had us ever consider parting ways.
We're lucky that way and I know it.
Recently, stories keep tumbling in my door about family members and friends in dire straights with marriage. There has been infidelity, verbal abuse, growing apart and cases of mutual disrespect.
M and I were having a heart-to-heart last night. I was regaling him with stories that were told to me of loves lost, hearts broken and those just trying to scrape it together to make it work.
"Makes you appreciate me a little more, doesn't it?" my man said to me with a grin.
I truly have been fortunate. Tacky to say, but a lot of men would have left me after being told that I couldn't have children or risk a 90% chance at death.
M would tell you that he has been fortunate because a lot of women would have left him for his undiagnosed digestive ills that he's been battling for 12 1/2 years.
Never once have either one of us considered it.
M and I have always had a mutual respect for each other. A coworker was talking a few weeks ago and I mentioned something. She told me that the relationship that M and I have together isn't that typical and that we really were made for each other.
I know it. So does he.
How fortunate I am. How fortunate we both are.