It has taken Mr. G and I five and a half years to get to where we are today, and sometimes it feels like we’ve been together much longer than that. But, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. For the most part, Mr. G knows what I am thinking before I say it. When he asks me if I cleaned the kitchen like I promised I would, he knows I’m usually lying when I say “yes”. When I feel vulnerable or weak, he understands why. When something goes my way, he is happy for me. And vice versa (except for the kitchen part. Mr. G does most of the cleaning in our house…).
It takes a lot of time and effort to become someone’s best friend. In our situation, time is one of those things that has helped us to learn so much about ourselves and each other. Though times haven’t always been great (and still are far from perfect), I am comforted by the fact that Mr. G knew me when I was a little, silly 22 year old (not to say that 22 year olds are silly, but I was) with no clue what I was going to do with my life.
When we first got together, his friends teased Mr. G about being “whipped”. My friends wondered where I would disappear to when they didn’t hear from me for awhile. All in all, our families thought we were absolutely insane for spending so much time together. I chalked it up to young love and infatuation. Little did I know we were building a relationship that would result in an engagement and soon-to-be marriage.
We met around the time he was bumbling through Year 1 of law school and questioning why he was there. I was working for a torturous boss and plotting my escape. Admittedly, we were not in the prime of our careers, not even close. We eventually moved in together supposedly to save money (much to the disdain of Mama Glitter and Glitters-in-Law). Our apartment was dubbed “the penthouse” a.k.a. the second floor of a two floor apartment complex with no insulation and the scariest bathroom ever built. We were foolish. We made big mistakes, fought like cats and dogs, and said things we didn’t mean. Together we lived through numerous family issues, financial strain, a period of time where I was ill and doctors didn’t know what was wrong with me, a long distance relationship (twice), and several other bumps along the way. Each bump has left a healed wound; a battle scar that I am proud to bear, because it helps me to remember that, in many ways, we’ve grown up together.
Have you and your significant other been together for a long time? Regardless of how long you’ve been together, have you faced obstacles that have helped bring you closer together?
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