After 10 years, a wedding deserves an honest and infallible evaluation

Without a doubt, I love you. Not as I did. Not with the desperate need to suck you with stories, humor, experience as at the beginning. Now I love you in a way that turns between vague disinterest in the predictability of everything and occasional fury because you have so much.

But sometimes I hate you too. Is it usually in a 10 -year wedding? I don’t remember the first time.

I hate this while you would go up to a bus to save me from the damage, a few days, somehow, you are the bus. Refuse to do the only thing twice a week I ask – it is not frightening, not expensive, and it is not a strange sexual thing – then to become shit when I remember it. And so an harmless question turns into a hot (me) and frozen iced (you) festival.

Your drinking. Christ. This deserves his card. You know what he did. To me. To us. As I sat next to you, smiling at parties, reducing in private. There were nights in which I wanted to take my passport and run but I could not remember the code in the cash case.

From time to time I calculated the mathematics of sacrifice in long -term love. How much of you can you give up to save someone else? How much of them can you sacrifice to save yourself? What should we give, take, lose? And I would know if it was time to save before forgetting how?

And in the end, I didn’t need to do anything. You did it. And here we are, a decade after leaving the sunlight from the town hall of Fitzroy to Steve Winwood When you see a possibility. Together.

Ten years. The anniversary of Stagno. For resilience, the ability to be modeled and remodeled without breaking, leading heat and meteorological storm. To polish magnificently if clouded.

We continue to put more ding on this thing. It is quite solid.

Love, Kate

Kate Halfpenny is the founder of Bad Mother Media.