So, here we are on the other side of St. Valentine’s day, a day where I’m sure many many couples became engaged. From there, there will be dresses to try on, china to register for, favors to order that guests will never see let alone use, and a plethora of other expensive things that will be purchased in the name of tradition. And somewhere in all of that, there is a really, really small (presumably continued) conversatoin about what the actual marriage should look like. Somewhere. Hopefully that marriage will look like something all parties involved actually want.
And then, the wedding ends and the marriage starts. The sex goes from 3 times a day to 4 times a month. The weight shows up around the belly and the belches get louder. The panties become holey relics of their former silky selves. The real sh*t begins. Continue reading