I recently met a couple that had been married for more than 50 years. I thought they must be doing something right, so I asked the wife for some advice.
“You know,” she said, “in 50 years, I never once considered divorce. I considered murder, but I never considered divorce.”
People keep telling me being married is hard.
I don’t doubt that. I thought there were times when being engaged was hard. You will probably not be terribly surprised to learn that sometimes I get on Brandon’s nerves. Sometimes he annoys me — I say he takes things too seriously, he thinks I don’t take things seriously enough, and then I write about it for the newspaper.
But really, when did anything in life that’s worth having come easily? By the time you read this column, my marriage will most likely be about five minutes old, so I can’t really say for certain what it will be like. What I can say is that, if being married to Brandon means I have to learn to work a little harder or be a little more patient, or, heaven forbid, learn to take things more seriously, then it’s what I have to do.