I have now been married 6 years. That time frame can be easily and interestingly divided in half.
The first half of that dichotomy was where as a married couple, my wife and I had not yet learned the hard way regarding finances.
We kept digging ourselves deeper in debt, on top of school loans, cars, and our nice wedding. Those were also the days we still ate at restaurants, too; which sucked up around $80 each week.
Also during that 1st half of our marriage, our son was born, and we moved away from our big city full of good jobs (Nashville) to my small hometown, where it was difficult to find a job at all.
And now for the 2nd half:
Three years through our now 6 year marriage, we moved back to Nashville, got good jobs again, and a year later, were finally out of debt. We’ve been saving our money ever since.
And let me tell you, we are not the same people we were before. We were forced to learn to become tightwads.
So now here we are, married 6 years, and the 2nd half of our marriage, in hindsight, has by default, been better.
These past 3 years have gotten us to so much better of a place in life. Granted, it’s contrasted to the first 3 years in which we lived in ignorant bliss.
In theory, life is more fun when you’re unaware of your responsibilities and the consequences of poor decisions which you didn’t realize were poor decisions at the time.
It’s sobering to realize that life has to be so much more serious than I had planned for it to be. I used to be so carefree.
The important thing is, my wife and I had each other to depend on through all we’ve learned together so far.
When I think of the “for better or worse” part of the marriage vows, this is the kind of stuff I think about.
The challenges we’ve conquered together (like learning how to strictly manage our money) weren’t fun to live through, but they made us better people.
So really, it’s not “for better or worse.” It’s for better and worse.
And in the strangest way, I actually see the romance in that.