Today is The Wife’s birthday.
Our marriage hasn’t been easy. We’ve had to work at it, harder at times than others. We’ve been tested by an awful lot of shit…and a curse of being a creative type is that, with my vivid imagination, I can imagine life without her.
It would well and truly suck.
I can imagine that life, and I would hate it. It would consist of me moving through a world that’s less bright, that’s less musical, that’s less full of light and love. She makes me happier than I deserve. She makes things possible, and desirable, and everything else that’s good. The great portion of my happiest memories all involve her in some way, and the great portion of my saddest memories are salved by knowing that they’re her memories too and that we got through them together.
Could I live life without her? Yes. But I don’t know why I would.
So, as long as it’s within my power, I’m not gonna. She’s stuck with me.
I hope she’s OK with that.