Maybe this rant is clomid induced, I honestly don’t know. It’s possible I guess. I’m not denying it.
Having said that-here goes…
Today is our second anniversary of being married. I know it’s not a big one. Not our gold or even our silver. Nevertheless, it’s our’s and no one (with the exception of Jesse and myself) remembered it.
With marriages lasting the way that they do in this “day and age”, quite frankly I believe that making it past your first year of “wedded bliss” is a colossal achievement (aka. a pretty big damn deal) on any couples part.
The first year is always the hardest. We made it through that, as well as the lesser known hardships of the second year of marriage. We made it through…in one piece AND we still love each other as much as the day we were married.
It just hurts my feelings that my family and closest friends didn’t remember our special day, where I’m the one who is always there on their’s.
Like I said this display of hurt feelings may be clomid induced, either way…it still hurts.
Tags: anniversarys, clomid, marriage
