If you didn't already know, the transition from being single and living at home to being married wasn't an easy one for me. In fact, I sort of hated it. And the issue was definitely with me, not Cord. I am horrible at change. Absolutely horrible at it. I pretty much cried myself to sleep every night and missed my parents and my dog and wondered what was wrong with me; why wasn't I the "norm" of living in newlywed marital bliss? It was a nasty shock to my system to have to account to someone else what bigger purchases I was making out of our joint account (monthly massages anyone)?? And learning to compromise where we kept what, like cleaning supplies, was ridiculously hard for me. And don't even get me started on sharing a bed with someone. I like my space! And I can't help it that sometimes I enjoy sleeping like a star.
Ok, you get the picture. To make a long story short, it took me a good... six months to adjust to the married life. We had to do some drastic stuff, like buy the same breed of dog that my parents had, but I FINALLY got used to it.
Now here we are, 1 year and 8 months later, and I can honestly say I love marriage. LOVE IT. I find myself daily thinking about how much I love living with my best friend. More than that, I love the commitment we have. It's so great to know that no matter what happens, I've got a partner in everything. No matter how hard work or school gets, or how stressful finances or just life becomes, I've got someone by my side. This has been especially awesome since I've been pregnant. When I have an emotional freak out or want to die because my back hurts so bad, Cord is the best ever. He has all the qualities that I lack. He is ten times more tolerant and understanding and sympathetic than I've ever been.
Enough mushiness. Ok, maybe a little more. Cord has treated my like a queen from day one. When we started dating, he never let me pay for anything. Not once. I think we'd been dating for a good 6 months before he let me pay for one date, and even then he argued. He spoiled me rotten while we were dating, and he spoils me rotten now. He spends WAY more than he should on birthdays and Christmases, he sends me flowers for no reason, he cleans the house without me asking, he writes me sweet notes on the bathroom mirror to wake up to, and a million other things. He's the best, ok? The end. Sorry for the mushy post :)
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