Almost one year later...and, boy, have we come a long ways, baby!
I almost feel like celebrating. One year of an almost more real marriage. One year of honesty. One year of sharing. One year.
My best friend lost her husband this past weekend. Sudden heart attack at age 48. Two kids - 10 and 12 years of age. It's made me think a lot, this week, about my marriage, about William and our relationship. I wouldn't change William for anything - well, okay, maybe, honestly, sometimes I wish that the AGP could go, but it's also part of who my husband is. Part of why he is the way he is. And I love him, so..., no...I wouldn't change him for anything. (I'd just have had him tell me sooner!)
Reality is...there's nothing earth-shattering to blog about anymore. We are doing well. Real Life has taken over again, AGP no longer dominates everything we do...or think about. I still read the blogs (I'm thrilled that there is so much discussion about it!) I'm still interested in learning more about AGP, but I'm not obsessed with it. We are, obviously, still aware of it. It doesn't go away. We are still aware that William needs to be in control of it, else it gain control of him again. So when we need to, when life gets stressful and "triggers" come up, we still talk about ways to deal with AGP, but those discussions are becoming rarer. More and more often, we just share our needs with each other - and satisfy them together.
I'm proud of us. We've worked hard to make "us" work - and we are both happy. So Congratulations to Us!