“Keep me out of the group venting sessions, please!”
By Lauren Hartmann for YourTango.
When it comes to marriages, I have a pretty great one. My husband and I have been married for seven years, together for 13, and even with all the busy-ness that is life with two very young children, we still like each other.
At the end of a long day, we look forward to being in the same room together, holding hands on the couch while we binge watch our favourite Netflix shows. And after that, who knows … there might even be a little knocking of boots — and not just out of obligation.
He’s my very best friend and when something interesting or awful happens in my day — despite the fact that he refuses to jump on the emoji bandwagon — he’s always the first person I text.
He makes me iced coffee every morning when I wake up and I make him a lunch every day. We’re team mates in this parenting journey and we compliment each other’s strengths and weaknesses like puzzle pieces that just go together.
I'm thankful for our marriage every day.
Now, I realise that this probably sounds obnoxiously sappy — and OK, maybe it is a little — but I love my husband and we have a good marriage. So, why do I feel so guilty about it sometimes?
The truth is that I know we have it good and that not all marriages are quite so smooth, which means I sometimes worry that we make it look too easy. In a time when people seem to almost take pride in talking about how hard/frustrating marriage is, it can feel really counter-culture to say the opposite.
I've been in plenty of group situations with other women when the subject suddenly turns toward husband-bashing and it can get uncomfortable really quickly. Often, the bashing goes around the group as each woman throws her own anecdote upon the alter of husband-bashing and it feels really odd to not take part.
I don't want other people to feel judged for feeling frustration in their marriages because that's a completely normal part of marriage. But that doesn't mean I'm about to air all my own grievances in the name of reciprocity.
I promise not to break off into a soliloquy about the wonderful splendour that is my husband, either, because that would be equally obnoxious. The truth is, I don't have all that much to vent.
This is not to say that my marriage is perfect by any means. It's not.