My Beloved is mine, and I am his…
Her
Marriage is a challenge. It is not easy at all and those who say it is, God bless them. We have been untangling all of each other’s knots that have developed over twenty plus years. Some of the knots are healthy, others aren’t. Some shouldn’t have been untied, others are still being found.
Yet, marriage is rewarding. Every day I choose to love my partner with all my heart as we not only lean on one another but lean on God. He is everything. I love him. And at the end of the day, I wouldn’t want to do life with anyone else but him. They want to see us fail. They don’t want us to be successful, but we’re gonna continue to make this last forever. Our Black love, Black marriage, and the fact that we will continue raising our Black children is a revolutionary act.
Him
How has marriage been thus far?
In simple terms marriage is “work.” Many times we think of marriage as our dream relationship, held in the same light of a dream job. Ask some about their ideal relationship and they give you a list of esoteric qualities that usually unevenly benefit their interest. Secondly, rarely does a person detail the work to turn said dream into a reality. I had an idea of what marriage looked like for me and I’ve honestly had that reality flipped on its axis.
Everyday you have to wake up and make a continued commitment and conscious effort to “love and honour” thine partner. Over the last few months I’ve grown fonder of the title partner. Comprise. Empathy. Understanding. Communication. Loyalty. All those ingredients needed for a healthy partnership.
Us
I love you. I want you. I need you. I miss you.