Well, the day has finally arrived. On the 16th, my wife and I will be celebrating 10 years of marriage. I wish that I could say it has been easy but it has been hard work. I think that is what makes it last though, hard work. Anyone that says it is easy is lying.
Our story isn’t anything that romance novels are based on. We met at work. She was a clerk and I was an assistant manager. I know, a manager shouldn’t date an employee. Well, once we knew that this wasn’t just a fling, I asked for a transfer. Luckily, there were two other stores in our town so this wasn’t hard.
There was some jealousy soon after. I became friends with a girl at my new store and maybe I was too friendly. Nothing ever happened between us and nothing was going to happen, but that still caused some problems. Obviously, we worked through those issues.
I was then given the opportunity to transfer to a new store in another city. We decided to move there together. Things were pretty good until I got a promotion to run my own store. It wasn’t the promotion that caused the issue, but other private matters. I would go into detail but there are people who might read this that she doesn’t want knowing the details. Once again, we were able to overcome the difficult time and move on. Months later, we were married.
We had a rather small wedding, mostly because that is what we wanted. We did the usual honeymoon in Cancun and all was good with the world. The week after we get back, we found out she was pregnant. Now, we were not really expecting this and completely caught off guard. We were planning on having kids, but not so soon.
While pregnant, we moved again. Our son was born and everything seemed good. Financially, we would struggle off and on. Even though I had a good paying job, she was unable to work due to the fact that we lived in a small town. There were no opportunities for her that would cover both the cost of childcare and still have money left over. It was in our best interest for her to stay home.
I battled depression and finally decided it was time for a change in careers. This of course meant we had to move again. This was fine with her. We would be closer to family and she would be able to get a job. Things seemed to be going pretty good, until after about a year or so I had a bit of a nervous breakdown and quit my job.
Months went by and I still couldn’t land a new job. We were in the process of moving (again) when on the day before we were to go she hands me a letter. She tells me that this move will provide an opportunity for us to re-evaluate or relationship. She wants to separate and see what happens. I am heart-broken. I knew things had been weird between us, but I didn’t know that it had become that bad. I moved in with my parents and finally found a new job.
This new job sucked ass. I’m pretty sure my boss never liked me, which makes me wonder why she even hired me. The job didn’t last long and she soon told me to turn in my two weeks notice. So there I was, still trying to work on my marriage and out of a job, again.
Even though I was out of a job, I still continued to get my wife back. We got together quite often and things were looking good. I finally got a new job but it was going to require a lot of travel. It was a job though and it was something I would be good at.
I would be gone for 2 to 3 weeks at a time, but we would talk every night or Skype. Even though I was gone, we were doing good. After about 2 years, I found a new job that would bring me back home and make a bit more money. We bought a house and things were really good.
Of course, being this has to do with me, the good stuff doesn’t last long. That same year on the day after Thanksgiving, my father dies. My wife calls me at work to tell me to rush to my parent’s house. I got there too late. My wife met me at the front door, crying and shaking her head no. It was one of the worst days of my life. She was there for support throughout the entire ordeal.
A few months later, I was given an opportunity for a new job doing something that I really enjoy. I took that job and am still there today. We still have the occasional fight, but nothing too serious. We are both looking forward to celebrating our 10th year together.
Financially, we are nowhere near where I would like to be. Every month, it gets a bit scary to look at the bank account. Despite this, I am still going to take her away for the weekend. She doesn’t know that we are going anywhere and won’t know until the morning of the 16th. It won’t be anything too fancy, but at least it is something. She deserves to have a relaxing time and I hope that she enjoys it. Maybe in a few years, I will be able to take her on a second honeymoon.