Today is our 8th anniversary. What a ride it has been! I can't imagine life without John. He's a far better husband than I could have ever dreamed he would be 8 years ago.
I'm in the process of reading a fascinating book largely consisting of the diaries of Mary Walker a nineteenth century missionary to the Oregon territory. She frequently laments her relationship with her husband who rebukes her for no good reason and who avoids intellectual interaction with her, while enjoying the conversation of another woman more than with her. She fears he doesn't really love her. Poor woman, often alone and out in the middle of nowhere, raising her little ones in primitive conditions with an unloving and uncaring husband.
How fortunate I am.