Being married is awesome. And hard. Harder than I thought. Maybe I didn’t think it through, actually.
It’s like a mirror that stares back at you every single day. There’s no hiding from it. You can try to stall the reality check, but then it hits harder when you finally decide to face it. And then you see. You see yourself, just the way you are. That bare naked soul of yours. And it scares you to pieces sometimes. Because you have to be torn in order to be mended together like you were supposed to be in the first place. Not mended „back”, mended „forward”.
Being married heals. Old wounds that you can’t remember having, reopen. Patterns that used to crawl inside you in complete darkness are exposed as monsters. But then you’re reborn, a better you, the burden lighter, the smile brighter. And you know, you know this is the best thing that could have happened to you.