how to have a fight.

note: this post was not supposed to be NEARLY this sappy, but it just happened, and i'm going to roll with it

Marriage has a learning curve, and I'm always so interested when I think about all the things I have learned about myself and the way I was raised since marrying The Brit.

Josh and I honestly don't fight very often at all, and when we do it's usually when I'm depressed or stressed out. But something I have learned about myself is that I really don't like confrontation. I prefer to run away, roll into a ball, cover my face with a blanket--anything to escape conflict. But you know what is really unhelpful in a long term committed relationship? Escapism, that's what.

I really hate confrontation, but I get a little bit better at it with every day, and I owe it all to Josh. I'm so grateful for the way he gently and patiently tells me what is on his mind and waits for me to go through the 12 stages of grief with every single disagreement. I'm grateful for his willingness to tell me I can't run away; grateful that he makes me stick it out to the finish line every single time.

And as uncomfortable as arguments are, we always duke it out until we fully understand one another, and there's a sense of unity and love.

What I'm trying to say is that somehow, I managed to marry THE best man in all of Great Britain and probably the world and I don't know how it happened. He's not perfect, but he's pretty damn close.

And he's mine.


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