This is how I have tried to destroy my marriage…. I have some pretty thick Nordic roots – Viking calves and big boobs. Breeding stock… also pillaging and wreaking havoc on villagers, this is my legacy.
Justin, love of my life, keeper of my heart, is 3/4 German, 1/4 Irish. But his German blood conquered and destroyed any Celtic DNA.
He’s just German.
And this is how a Norse Goddess and a Visigoth-Vandal fight.
- Character assassinations. Yes, name calling & Maternal Insults. “Your mamma…”
- Door slamming.
- Abrupt sleeping. (Jerking covers in a continuous motion while violently turning over.)
- Mumbling hatefulness, waiting for a response, and then barking “I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?”
- Brush throwing (this is my trademark move, although I rarely brush my curls, and more often can’t find a freaking brush.)
- Brush deflecting (he’s quick)
- Silent treatment (him)
- Talking treatment (me)
- Crappy apologize “I am sorry you have lost your ever loving mind…” (him)
- More brush throwing (me.)
We are a passionate people. And we don’t fight often, but when we do, we make the most of our time. We have participated in little marriage retreats, had some counseling. Certainly, we have read half of 4 highly recommended marriage books so that counts as two highly recommended marriage books.
And it is easier to make out than read soo… we usually opt for the making out. Blame dyslexia or I don’t know; we just aren’t passionate readers – kissing on the other hand…
The fact that he doesn’t read at all, including my blog, means I can tell you the secrets of our successful 26+ years of marriage without causing him too much grief. I compare our relationship to our ranch, which some people might not think is all that pretty. But it is my favorite terrain.
I love all the rocks, arrowheads, bits of flint, and iron ore. On any given hike you see something new, something unusual and pieces of history. And I adore cactus. It is the most ironic foliage in nature. Stubborn and harsh with delicate and fragrant blooms.
And we have turkey hill and our version of the cliffs of insanity, they are steep and dangerous, but at the bottom, there is the reddest, most beautiful shimmery clay and on good years lush wheat, babbling creeks, and fields of bluebonnets. In the midst of the fabulous colors: greens, reds, browns, purples and turquoise sky, there is danger lurking under rocks and trees. The elements in Texas can kill you. And of course, you’re thinking rattlesnakes, scorpions, wasps, badgers and Africanized bees. But don’t forget heat stroke, mesquite thorns, tornados, and stampedes.
These incongruous conditions are metaphors to me. I have recently come to this place; a place where there are dry seasons, thorns, and creepy crawly things in the midst of blooms, crystal clear ponds (Justin calls them tanks, this I don’t understand) cardinals, doves, turkey, deer and purple wild irises. And sure, in this place, a 450-pound wild hog could kill you, on the other hand, you might also see a most majestic and colorful sunset.Justin, love of my #life I want things to be #perfect #marriage'Click To Tweet
For years, I compared my marriage to other marriages. I have asked my friends, “Do you throw hair styling tools?” And while most of them said no, they aren’t me and Justin. And on our ranch, you could irradicate snakes, kill off the bees, wasps, badgers, and hogs. You can burn cactus and chop down mesquites but the entire ecosystem would be changed – and not necessarily for the better.
And our ranch isn’t in Montana, and the elements in Montana are different than elements in Texas.
There have been some really rough seasons, we’ve been through the ringer. Buried family, struggled financially, and been in desperate need of help, and we got it. But we are pretty much still Justin and Jami. We love each other, but more – we like each other.
So I have decided the quickest way to end a marriage isn’t to eradicate all the rocky terrain, call in the Sweetwater Rattlesnake Round-Up, or start spraying Remedy on the Mesquite. The fastest way to destroy a marriage is to try and make Texas look like Montana.
We pray. And we apologize. We go to the no brush zones, and we look for blooms and “tanks” so that we are refreshed. And when we are in trouble we seek wise counsel. We wander down to the picnic area and enjoy the shade of the big oaks. We are not perfect – but we are friends.
And the three best pieces advice we ever received were:
1. Try and remember why you started what you started and do your best to finish strong.
2. A wedding card with John Wayne on the front: Life is tough but its tougher when you’re stupid.
3.Watch out for the stuff that will kill you… focus on the lovely, humble yourself, call in the big guns, lean on Jesus…You just might survive.
Happy Anniversary Justin, I sure do like you!
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami
“I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; From where shall my help come? My help comes from the LORD, Who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel Will neither slumber nor sleep.” Psalm 121:1