My boyfriend and I are planning our trip to Peru together, and he and I are so similar in the way that we plan and prep for trips that we keep misunderstanding each other. Assuming, based on previous experiences, that the other couldn’t possibly do it this way or that way. Last night, in a moment of frustrated confusion we realized that we each travel separately in a very similar manner. This will be our first big trip together, so I suppose it is a test of sorts on our relationship.
Either we’ll come away from this stronger as a couple or completely tired of each other, right? Personally, I’m hoping for the former, and I believe in us. The beautiful and unique part of this relationship is that we became best friends prior to the romantic bit. Which in a way is the most incredible experience in the world, in other ways though it is petrifying. It makes this relationship that much more important to me, and due to our many discussions on the subject I know he feels the same way.
Neither one of us had parents with successful relationships, which of course is more commonplace than the alternative these days. However, both of our parents were also away at work constantly to provide as single parents and we each had grandparents who swept in to fill that role in their absence. This I am unbelievably grateful for, because in a culture of divorce, the two of us (miles apart) had a successful and loving marriage close at hand to observe and learn from.
One day on this blog I will share, in as much detail as I can gain from the living grandmothers, the unbelievable and true stories of how they each met the love of their lives and made the marriage deal work in spite of being human beings who changed over time.