(In January 2013 my youngest was fighting for her life. So while I had lots of things I wanted to post, I was a little busy. So this thought, though it would have been neat to post then, had to wait.)
After my parents divorced, my mom told us over and over that she and dad had been married fourteen years. I gave it little thought at the time, but just accepted her counting.
Till The Bull and I had been married 13 years and a couple of months. Then I started to wonder: How many years were they really married? Was it 13 years and some months? Or 14 years plus a few months?
I finally added it up and what I had grown up believing was a 14-year marriage was actually only 13 years 7 months!!! Amazing enough, but even more when you considered that that mark, for The Bull and I, was January 2013.
Of course this blew my mind away! We have been married longer than my parents were!!
This isn’t, of course, a “Looks like we made it” kind of post. His parents were married 35ish years before his father passed away. One set of his grandparents were married 50 plus years!
Nor am I saying that we are so much better at marriage than my parents–we’ve certainly had our share of marital unbliss.
But as a teenager, I pretty much had it drilled into my brain that nobody, nobody, NOBODY stayed married longer than 14 years (though it was actually, only 13+7.) All my young adult life I figured 14 was it. After 14 years, a marriage would self destruct.
Somehow, we managed to beat the odds, at least in my mind. I know there’s nothing magic about that 14 year mark.
But to have come this far. . . that’s mind blowing, to me! And through tragedy and trauma over and over and over. Wow. How did we manage that??
Here’s to many, many, many more years together, my dear Bull. 😉
January 2014 Update: June 2013 was 14 years. Still here. Still married. Still in love and (usually) happy together! ♥