It’s a lot of work

It’s hard being married.

When you live with someone, when you’re bound to them completely, they affect you and you affect them in ways that you can’t predict. Moods play off one another. Little things turn into big things, and big things into little things. Desires don’t always match up, and when they don’t it can make being in the same room awkward, and that’s kind of hard to deal with when you don’t have anywhere else to go.

Sleep is an escape from that, as is going on late night drives for no real reason.

Ultimately, you can’t really escape, though. And you shouldn’t.

Tomorrow we’re going to deal with this head-on, like we always do. And things will be good and happy again.

For now, though, I’m stuck in that awkward feeling.