Do you ever get bored of being married? My single friends are going to hate this blog like I hate it when they say that they are bored nights and weekends because they have too much downtime.
Do you ever get bored of being married? I don’t mean bored of your husband because that’s a problem that you need to work on. I don’t mean bored of your life because frankly I have had a little too much excitement for awhile. Just bored of being married?
Adam and I started dating 12-1/2 years ago. We broke up for awhile but have been going straight for 10-1/2 years. That’s a really long time. It’s 1/3 of my life. But those 10-1/2 years have been the happiest years of my life. I would not change anything. Yet sometimes I miss single life…a little.
I definitely don’t miss all the things my friends hate – liking a guy, him not calling, wondering why he didn’t call. I love always having a date to things that are uncomfortable, someone to cushion the discomfort of it all, a perpetual plus one. I’m especially grateful that I have had someone to lean on to help through the rough stuff.
There was a time, in the very distant past, where I can remember the excitement of liking a new guy. The thrill of wondering how he felt. The elated feeling of receiving a compliment from someone of the opposite sex and not know where it would go. When he did call, the adrenaline rush of imagining what will happen. I may have just exposed how very strange I am but I think I’m not alone in these feelings.
Then it all starts to work out. And everything falls into place. This is where the movie ends, and they lived happily ever after. Believe me, I LOVE happily ever after. But…there are just some times that I would like to take a brief vacation to the land before time. An opportunity to ride the roller coaster of love all over again. And maybe that’s why romantic comedies are so popular.
I would never for a second want to not be married. Words cannot properly express how much I love Adam and how appropriately matched we are for each other. But sometimes I think I’d like to relive it all from the beginning. I’d like to get the tingles all over again. I’d like to frantically check my answering machine (yes, we met THAT long ago that I was in fact checking my answering machine to my own line in my parents’ house).
For now, I’ll have to just marinate in how good he is to me, how much he has made all my dreams come true and how exciting each and every day of our lives has been together. It’s different but it really is WAY better.