When these things reach a critical point, he broods in silence. I want to talk. Over the years, I've dragged him into discussions he didn't want to have, that reached a decibel level high enough to set off alarms in our children. That made us laugh. The moment also made us think.
Marriage is a fragile thing, an exquisite balance of power and control.
A job that, more than once, each of us would rather have quit. But we didn't. Walking away would have been so much easier sometimes. Instead, we learned how to swallow pride, work for the common good of our little family, bite our tongues, laugh at each other and ourselves, pray a lot. With all the 'nicks and bruises' behind you both, 'tis not a trip that you will likely forget.