What Makes a Marriage Last?

My thoughts are racing today. It's the first day in weeks that I can remember getting out of bed and not feeling absolutely terrible. My head didn't hurt too badly, my side wasn't tingling and there was no nausea or tightness in my muscles that made it difficult to stand and walk. I feel the most normal I have felt in quite some time. All of the rest has made me weak and diminished my stamina a good bit but that's something that can be persevered against. There have been a few instances where I've snapped and snarled at my husband for telling me to rest. "I'm tired of resting! All I ever do is rest!" I'd sneer. I could hear the SSsssSSSsss in my own speech and would look up to find his patient face and loving hand resting on my shoulder & he'd say "Okay, you don't have to rest, I just want you to feel better". And ofcourse his kindness & patience only made me feel worse for being so wretched to him in the first place.

Several days ago we had a pretty serious discussion about how we would handle the housework at present. Because I'm not as able to handle it all at the moment I requested that he help a bit more and work with the children more and help to gain their cooperation and support in the form of daily chores and follow through with them. I am by no means a **neat freak** but I am very serious about sanitation. I do not like dirty surfaces, floors or handles. We have four people and six animals that live indoors; Two very large dogs, two very large indoor/outdoor cats, a gerbil & a hampster. Needless to say fur and dust accumulate rapidly and this home MUST above all MUSTS be maintained to keep it from stinking and looking like George Orwell's Animal Farm - four leggs good, two leggs bad! I assume most of the responsibility for the household maintenance even when I work full time. Like most women I conform to that roll and am happy to fulfill it most of the time. But it certainly can be taken advantage of and so in an effort to avoid any argument I knew I would have to ask for help which is something I desperately struggle with. I have quite literally fallen to the floor out of pure exhaustion in an effort to prove that I could indeed get the curtain rod back on the hooks BY MYSELF!!! I can be very stubborn and stupidly so sometimes. And often when I ask for help I yelp for it or demand it by belittling my husband for not readily seeing my need for it and fulfilling it right away. One of my biggest pet peeves is being asked "Can I help you?" or "What do you want me to do?" Because "What I want is for you to see me struggling to hold an armload of laundry while dragging a basket full of clothes behind me 40 feet to the laundry room and get up off your lazy butt and help me!!! I dare you to ask if you can help ME because it's not MY job to maintain our home, clean & put away your clothes, pick up your shoes, belts and socks, wash your dishes or clean up after you, you big goon! And don't you dare even think about rubbing my behind or laying your filthy paws on me tonight buddy!" With that expression I'm sure you now understand my dilemma and why I wanted to attack this issue diplomatically and before I had an opportunity to get angry. It serves me far better in the long run to ask for help when I need it, give praise when I don't feel like it and to seek partnership before we (my husband and I) splinter and head out for war with one another. As much as I despise it, he does give back to me every bit as good as he gets. Neither of us is a weak or submissive person. We feel strongly and we fight strongly. And oddly enough I believe that has been the greatest source of passion between us this last dozen years or so. When I hiss and sputter at him for not doing my bidding he's quick to temper sometimes and lets me know right away that I have no right to be so abrasive and demanding and hurtful. He declares his right to be spoken to with respect and that declaration only serves to anger me further because I know he's right! And by the same token I have very valid points as well and should not have to fume in order to get help with things that should be everyone's responsibility. I truly don't mind cleaning, washing clothes & dishes,  paying the bills, running the errands, picking up dry cleaning and tending to all of the necessities of family life. I really don't mind. What I mind is that he still puts his dirty clothes on the floor in front of the laundry hamper.

 He never puts away his toiletries and his work shirts, socks, belts and shoes pile up in the study and his desk overflows with junk and spills onto the floor. I mind terribly picking up after a 39 year old grown man. It makes me feel used and belittled, minute and insignificant because I know that he knows if he doesn't pick it up that I will.

But by the same token I know that my response to his inaction makes him feel the same way and so we have the unstopable force meeting the immovable object. This is a battle that will never be won. I feel certain that after all this time if either of us were going to change we certainly would have by now. And yet after all these years this battle has become a bit humorous to us both. The war we fight for respect from one another is part of the clash that emits the spark between us. We are such drastically different and yet eerily similar creatures. We despise argument and tension but our relationship has thrived on it for more than a decade. If it were easy, if our lives were always peaceful and we had manged to work out all of our problems and spent day after day encouraging, kissing, petting and complimenting one another we'd both have grown very tired & bored with the other by now.

 I realize this intensity is not for everyone and that some relationships would be doomed under the same circumstances. There have been times when Steve and I both could have and perhaps under certain circumstances even should have walked away. But as my mind has raced and swirled and spun today I've tried to answer the age old question I heard being asked yet again on a talk show this morning: "What makes a marriage last?" And so far the only thing I've been able to come up with is **passion**. Love is a great start but can easily be transformed then lay dormant in the heart, fall to inaction and cease to be a verb. Perseverance is most certainly required. It's just as significant that you have faith in your purpose and your lives together also. But for me and my marriage I'd say passion is the token of  lasting love, perseverance and faith. Without our passion for one another those other three might have left us long ago. I'm free to be me and he's free to be him. Without that acceptance there would be no love, no perseverance, no faith and certainly no passion. It takes an indefinite amount of willpower to produce the staying power of lasting love; And that unending supply of willpower is fueled by the one thing we provide for one another, PASSION