How a Marriage Survives

Yes, two wrongs don’t make a right. True, true, generally true. We all should all agree to live by this.

But in the battlefield of marriage, or the blissful nuptial paradise – depending on the moment – two wrongs make everything right.

He’s clumsy, always breaking something, drives scary…
She’s forgetful, loses everything, yells a lot…

But together they are right. No one is the better person, because as soon as someone opens their mouth to complain, there are enough counter-complaints to stir together a humble pie.

He stays up late, wakes up late, always cranky…
She sleeps early, wakes up early, always peeved…

It seems all wrong, but really, it’s all right. He picks up the loose slack and she fill in the gaps, and together they can scrape together a smile.

No saints, martyrs, or angels in this house please! To have a spouse so perfect would kill the marriage; an angel-spouse would drown the mate in sweetness; and please no martyrs – no deaths or dying on this watch. It’s too painful to witness, and the mess. Oh, the mess! Don’t add to the workload, there’s enough to do as it is.

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