An Adjustment

Since I am newly married -- for about 10 months now -- everyone I talk to always asks, “So how’s married life?” I really don’t want to tell them the truth and say something like “It’s the biggest mistake I ever made.” I also don’t want to outright lie and say “It’s great!” So my answer to this often asked question is the truth, but not the whole truth. I tell them “It’s an adjustment.” 

Before we were married I had my life a certain way and he had his. When we were dating this wasn’t a problem. I enjoyed dating. I liked working hard during the day, and then coming home and being able to do whatever I wanted, only clean what I messed up, and decorate my place however I wanted. I liked talking on the phone to him every night, venting about our days, hearing him say I love you and goodnight. 

Sure I missed him and wished he could be there holding me, but on the other hand I liked sleeping alone and having the entire bed to myself. Then the weekends were something to look forward too all week long. We could spent time together and do fun things. We went rock climbing, ice skating, to the movies, lots of things. Sometimes we just stayed in bed all weekend kissing, making love, and holding each other. Those were the good days. Why did I have to go and ruin it all by walking down the aisle?

Now I see him everyday so there is nothing special about the weekends. He is not even fun to be around anymore. Now I have to clean twice as much because he is a total slob who refuses to clean anything. I used to enjoy decorating my place. I liked picking out colors, hanging up pictures, and choosing items to display in my home. Now of course we share a place so we both get to decide how we want it to look. I really try to give the things he likes a chance. However, he has toy cars on shelves around the house and lava lamps in every room.