When you make the sacrifice in marriage, you're sacrificing not to each other
but to unity in a relationship. - Joseph Campbell
When entering into a marriage, both partners generally discuss the sacrifices to be made.
Where to live, how to discipline your children, who will work, and etc.
Generally, the idea of "having to make certain meals" never comes up in the said discussion.
Another one of my "things" you should know about (Yes I have a lot of "things") is that I worry about Smells, odd I know. On a daily basis I battle the lovely scents that only multiple toddlers can make. So, it's no wonder why I have candles and warmers going all day. I would rather have the scent of "Tahitian Coconut" or "Warm Baking Spices" any day than Pork and Sauerkraut, yeah that's what I was rambling about.
When Bill and I first met, we spent every waking minute together. His preferred meal of choice at the time was Boiled Chicken Breast. It tastes as boring as it sounds. I however made meals consisting of Sugar, Trans Fat, Carbs, and so on. On one of the mornings I was preparing Deep fried Donuts I had run to the grocery store to buy some OJ. And let's be honest I didn't want to be reading Labels when I could have been staring at my Boyfriend.
A few hours later, when I had managed to make it home to my apartment for the first time in days, I got a call from Bill. It went something like this:
Bill, "I realized we are even more perfect for each other"
Me, "Um, really, why" (Thinking, yeah I am pretty great)
Bill, "You bought OJ with Pulp"
At this point my expression had gone blank and I probably said something along the lines of "Yeah I love Pulp". I could care less about Pulp, and if it was the one thing separating Bill and I being together for the next 40-50 years I could suck it up. Nevertheless I had made a minor sacrifice. Soon after we were married it was New Years time. Pork and Sauerkraut Time. I hate Pork and Sauerkraut and I refused to let the smell penetrate my Apple Pie scented Paradise I call home. A few days ago, during our weekly chat with his sister, she casually mentioned she was making Bills favorite meal, you guessed it, Pork and Kraut. Going strong for 2 years, I knew I had to give up on the battle. I broke down and decided to put it on the menu, if only to say that I made it.
"A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love."
A few hours later, when I had managed to make it home to my apartment for the first time in days, I got a call from Bill. It went something like this:
Bill, "I realized we are even more perfect for each other"
Me, "Um, really, why" (Thinking, yeah I am pretty great)
Bill, "You bought OJ with Pulp"
At this point my expression had gone blank and I probably said something along the lines of "Yeah I love Pulp". I could care less about Pulp, and if it was the one thing separating Bill and I being together for the next 40-50 years I could suck it up. Nevertheless I had made a minor sacrifice. Soon after we were married it was New Years time. Pork and Sauerkraut Time. I hate Pork and Sauerkraut and I refused to let the smell penetrate my Apple Pie scented Paradise I call home. A few days ago, during our weekly chat with his sister, she casually mentioned she was making Bills favorite meal, you guessed it, Pork and Kraut. Going strong for 2 years, I knew I had to give up on the battle. I broke down and decided to put it on the menu, if only to say that I made it.
"A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love."
I love it. You made me laugh so hard that I have tears running down my face!
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