A little over a year ago, I wrote this post about my marriage. (And then about 6 months ago I wrote this one)
I kind of laugh at myself now because I didn't even know how unperfect my marriage was.
The truth is, I'm feeling a little bit cynical these days. I have a hard time reading anything about how to have a good marriage, because most of it seems so naive. And because I've taken so much of that advice and worked hard to implement it and I have still ended up where I have ended up. Broken. In a broken marriage. With a broken man.
We don't struggle with fighting about underwear on the floor. I mean, we might bicker about that periodically but it's never really about the underwear on the floor.
Basically, his character defects and addictions have spent the last 15 years colliding with my character defects and addictions and now there's a desperate need for a "clean up on isle"...us. All this time we thought the mess was normal and okay and what we deserved. So we lived in it. And as we lived in it, it grew.
I finally realized a few years ago that it wasn't normal and that things really could be different and so I started reading books and blogs about how to do it better...how to clean up this mess I'd made. And it did get cleaned up. Things got better and better.
But it was like trying to clean up the water from a leak in the roof without fixing the leak in the roof.
So, here we are fixing the leak in the roof. And I keep having to remind myself and hear the truth that I can't fix it by myself.
The thing is, I can't fix my marriage without fixing me. A bridge can't be stable if the individual components aren't stable. A bridge can only be as strong as the individual structures that hold it together are.
Our marriage can only be as strong and stable as Michael and I are. It can only be as Christ like as Michael and I are.
And so we're working on our marriage by working on ourselves. We are surrendering to the changes that God sees fit to make in our lives. And we are loving each other deeply in the process.