Jarod’s the pretty stereotypical guy when it comes to shopping; he would rather shoot himself in the eye with a 9mm then shop for any longer than five minutes. But he’s also a sweet guy that tries to make me happy.
I guess, I thought we could all go to Ikea, spend some time as a family and do a bit of shopping. I rationalized that Jarod’s crazy-ass work schedule is just how it is and we need to accept it, which is why we found ourselves at the busiest store in the world on the busiest day of the week. If we didn’t go to Ikea on a Saturday, then we would never go at all. So there we were, spending quality time together as a happy family of five . . .
But we were all miserable.
Actually the kids were probably fine with their self-absorbed and self-centered ways as they drove us to insanity. This wasn’t at all what I expected. Jarod was miserable to be out in the craziness of shopping (he can’t stand crowds for the life of him), miserable to be in company of whiny kids and just plain tired.
I was disappointed that nobody, especially Jarod who stated he felt like he had a panic attack, seemed to be enjoying themselves. But what are we supposed to do with our lives? Stay at home until the kids reach their teens (but wait, doesn’t whining get worse at that age? O_o ) or wait until Jarod’s job finally gets a clue on how to control and manage production without working people like slaves (I think it’s safe to say that the kids will be in their teens before that)?
There’s nothing we can do - this is, simply, our lives.
Sadly, all the while, while we were shopping I was thinking to myself that this is why couples of multiples have a divorce rate twice to three times higher than the average divorce rate. We don’t have “multiples” per say but we are very, very extremely close to it. But I understand and can very closely see the intricate strings that web the demise of a union that once was celebrated as “the beginning.” Loving someone is the easiest thing in the world to do but staying when you want to pull your hair out in fistfuls is the hard part.
Fortunately, I feel like Jarod and I have gone through so much as a couple that not much could break us. As Jarod puts it, “if we haven’t broken up yet, then we’re not going to.” I’m not foolish enough to think that our relationship is unbreakable. I understand the work I need to put forth in our relationship daily, even hourly, for it to survive.
But a small part of me hopes that that’s enough. A small part of me hopes that we won’t be another statistic, another “ohh, so 'perfect' couple” that just didn’t make it. Don't they say the seventh year in a marriage is the hardest??
Ahh, damn you, Ikea, for stressing me out.
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