See the first couple of months were the hardest for me. My husband (the King… that’s really his name. First name King. Middle name Benjamin) is very much a loner and is very independent. He is also 6 years older than me.
Before you say, “six years isn’t THAT BIG of a gap,” let me put it this way. I’m starting my 20s and he’s ending them. When I watch 10 Things I Hate About You (best movie ever btw) and I think, “Wow. Who would wear that to their prom?!?!,” then I see the sign for their prom says 2000 and realize that’s when my husband was in high school, it’s kind of an eye opener to the generational gap. Yeah. Also, my version of alternative/punk rock is Blink 182. His is NoFX and The Bouncing Souls.
There is a gap.
Anyhooooooo, back to the real bit of this post….
The first couple of months were full of trying to cram both of our stuff into a tiny, one room (the whole house is one room) cottage, get used to having each other around ALL THE TIME and get over the fact that I just got fired (the day I got back from our honeymoon). To say the beginning of our marriage was trying would be an understatement. But we were in love and love conquers all right?
“Amor, we shouldn’t go to bed angry. We should always kiss goodnight. We shouldn’t leave in the middle of an argument. We shouldn’t raise our voices at each other. We should go on a date night every week. Etc. etc. etc.”
It wasn’t working. I would get so frustrated and start crying. Why didn’t my husband want to make these little cards of advice work?!!?! It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. It was more that they just weren’t for us. I’ve come to think that an open minded and one that lets you really express yourself they way you need to is the best.
So my newlywed advice?
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