I love my wife. (Sometimes I just don’t know why.)

My wife and I have been married for 8 years. I love her, sometimes I just don’t know why anymore. I don’t know if she’s changed, if I’ve changed, or if we’ve changed, but I know something is different and I’m feeling more and more discontent with our marriage. I’m not leaving. Actually, more than “not leaving,” I’m committed to staying. I’m every bit as committed to staying as I was on our wedding day when we said “till death do us part” and meant it. 

It’s just harder than it used to be.

This blog is going to act as my secret public marital journal. I’m going to use it as a place to deposit all of those complaints I mumble to myself while walking the dog and a sounding board for my musings as to why we’re in the rut we’re in and what we can do to get out of it. I expect it will be at times blunt, occasionally hostile, periodically repentant, sporadically intimate, and always honest. 

And maybe when it’s all said and done, I’ll be able to better articulate why I love her.