Throughout life, I have discovered many challenges. Some I have handled fairly well and others have handled me pretty badly.
That is what makes life so interesting. Every day there is a challenge to face and every day there is a victory to win.
Recently, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I celebrated our 48th wedding anniversary. I would not be truthful if I did not admit that those 48 years have been rather challenging. Not so much in a negative way, but each challenge carried with it a life lesson.
At the end of these 48 years, I must confess my wife knows more about me then I know about myself, or her for that matter. How she has come to these conclusions, I do not know.
But, to be honest I do not know very much about myself compared to what she knows.
Not wasting those 48 years, I never contradict my wife on anything. Even, if I think she may be wrong about something.
There are spouses that try to correct their spouse when talking to other people. I am so thankful that while I am speaking to someone my wife will correct me so the person I am talking to has the facts.
After all, she knows more about me and my experiences than I do. I am not contesting that one iota. Why should I?
The biggest secret to a successful marriage is going along rather than being confrontational. It does not matter to me if she corrects me; I’ve come to appreciate that.
After all, I get so many things wrong these days. I cannot remember birthdays, anniversaries or special occasions. It’s not because I’m getting older because when I was younger, I had the same problem.
If I were not married, I probably would not remember my own birthday.
Thinking about this the other day a thought danced into my mind. If I wanted to be right all the time, why in the world did I get married? A married couple is to work together and it seems that we have the ideal connection in this regard.
I remember when I wore a younger man’s suit; I nonchalantly corrected my wife about a certain thing that happened when she got the day of the week wrong.
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