I once heard someone say, “It’s easy to stay married, just don’t get a divorce.” What kind of advice is that? The last time I was legally uncommitted, the Gores were still making out. There were no iPhones or Facebook, a good date was nachos and a dollar pitcher of beer, and I didn’t need industrial strength chemicals and a cosmetic sand blaster to get that youthful glow.
I’ve been married 18 years, which is a long time, but it’s still a small number. Eighteen, big deal. You can’t even buy a decent pizza for $18. I like big numbers, so as of today, I have been married for 6,590 days. The dreadful days are a minority, but when they have congregated in a conspiracy to attack my happily ever after, the temptation to walk away has been strong. On the worst days, simply not getting a divorce was the best I could do. Maybe it really is that simple.