The least comfortable bed in which I’ve slept is the one where I spent the night before my wedding. I swear, the mattress was an inverted bell curve. Seriously. Maggie stayed at her Mom’s, and I stayed in this quaint-with-crappy-beds hotel with my family. I barely slept.
Happily, the second night I spent in that room was my first night as a married man… so I pretty much didn’t care about the quality of the bed anymore. The company more than made up for it.
Tomorrow is 11 years that I’ve been married, and Maggie has put up with a LOT of crap from me. Even when I was drinking myself to death, she stuck it out. I guess she had hope. I guess she was afraid of what would happen if she left me. I guess she was hoping that she’d be able to say to me:
“You’re turning back into the man I married.”
And she did say that, a couple of years ago.
I’ve done a lot of things wrong. Some of them have been really bad. But I can honestly say that, today, I’m trying to be the best husband I can be. And with God’s help, I’ll try the same thing tomorrow.
11 years with me. The woman is truly to be commended.
Love to all. Even you, the people I’ve lost, and hope to find again.