When I was single I truly believed that my life wouldÂ officially begin on the cusp of saying I do, and that my single days ofÂ yellow straw grass would magically develop into lush emerald greenÂ blades of glory.
Well, as a married woman I can tell you this – the grass is alwaysÂ greener on the other side, until you get to that other side at whichÂ point you realize, you didn’t appreciate the grass you had when youÂ had it.Â You didn’t luxuriate in it, and you realize that the new grassÂ is not even close to the emerald color you thought it would be.
Still not convinced… let me give you some examples:
Pre-marriage grass greener: Getting married I will FINALLY have thatÂ permanent Saturday night date. We’ll go to jazz lounges, make out atÂ movies and I’ll always have someone to kiss in the rain.
Post-marriage grass not so green: Sure I might be physically sittingÂ in the same vicinity as said Saturday night date but I can assure youÂ that’s the extent of our interaction. Those jazz lounges and make-outÂ sessions are practically nil, and my husband doesn’t like to getÂ wet- aka he hates the rain.
Pre-marriage grass greener: Being married, I would finally haveÂ someone who would listen to me and talk to me whenever I feltÂ compelled to have a discussion, unload my anxiety, bounce ideas offÂ another person, or just plain emit pure drivel. Marriage meant I’dÂ have a permanently fixed person who I wouldn’t have to wait to call me,Â at which point we could talk– I could call him… I could be needy…Â because he was my husband, he had to listen to me.
Post-marriage grass not so green: Sure I have someone who appears toÂ be listening to me, but I’m convinced as I am spilling out my innards,Â most of whatÂ he hears is the adult voice Charlie Brown and that TheÂ Peanuts gang usually heard as; “wawawawa”.
So you see, I think in life, whatever station you are presently in,Â when you look across the way- sure the grass might seem to be a tadÂ greener and sure your marital expectations will pale in comparison toÂ your marital reality, but it’s how you choose to deal with it thatÂ will define your happiness.