MY marriage? Pshaw. Don't get me wrong... H has been working on his temper for "real" for the past year, and paid lipservice to it for the past 5 (how embarrassing to write)... and I've become someone I don't recognize except for on alternating tuesdays. I'm OPENMINDED to the POSSIBILITY that he might someday be someone I can trust, respect, etc... and who in turn likes/loves/respects me. But that is simply not the case currently, nor for the past several years. We'll see. I love my husband very much, he CAN be an amazing man, and often is. He can also be an abusive jerk. Hyde is not tolerated, and has kept divorce on the table for the past (mumble) years. The only thing that has "saved" our marriage during it's low points is that I'm not willing to surrender custody, if *I* can't handle the man how can I ask my young child to? Jekyl, though, he's flawed... but wonderful. My patience for Hyde wore through a great deal of time ago.
My GRANDPARENTS had happily ever after AFTER they each divorced their first spouse and remarried each other. They each divorced in the 1930's (in their 20's & 30's, married for nearly 10 and over 10 years to their first spouses) and married each other in the 40's (in their 30's & 40's). They had over 50 wonderful years of marriage to each other, their eyes still lit up when the other walked into the room, and they were *deeply* in love in love with each other until their deaths. That said... the last word my grandmother ever spoke (Alzheimer's) in extreme exasperation and frustration was "Men!"
My PARENTS have been married for nearly 40 years (only ever married to each other). They've fought. They've separated. They have "bizarre" rules (that work *perfectly* for their marriage... just for example: there are a number of things that are "supposed" to be lied about, for example, and my parents both get *furious* with anyone who "thinks they out to know _______", because they knew about the lie, but the lie keeps them both happy). My parents are each other's best friends. They love each other deeply and respect each other deeply. They've separated briefly a few times. At one point my mum gave her 'letter of resignation' from her job as housewife and childcare provider (that cracks me up today, although it freaked me out as a child) and let my dad handle everything until he decided that her 'job' had value... he came around quite quickly, and has NEVER taken her for granted (at least out loud or by action) ever again (both in my own observation and in my mother talking). Wise man, my dad.
One of my aunts and uncles... they had a fairytale marriage for 30 years. Then my uncle became a bitter, hateful man about 10 years ago (an accident he got injured in) and they've both been miserable ever since. They love each other, but they are Dickens miserable.
My favorite uncle was married 5 or 6 times (I've lost count, and don't want to actually go to the effort of thinking about it).
I have (gosh, I have to count on my fingers, and I run out) a LOT of aunts and uncles. None of them have had fairy tale marriages, most of them have had GOOD marriages, a few had bad ones, a few had good ones that went bad.
My own family are the only ones I can speak to. I know many other married couples... but god only knows with them. Most people think I have an amazing marriage, and it's anything but. Some people think I have a nightmare marriage, and it's anything but. It's not good, but it's also not a nightmare.
The thing is... at least with me... I can't "quantify" another person's "hard time". People say that, you know. Oh, we've had a hard time lately... or We've never really had a hard time. But what does that actually MEAN? 2 of my best friends say they've never had a hard time. I've watched them struggle through harder times than I've ever faced. But they don't see them as hard. Others call a "hard time" something I'd want to slap them for (he was an hour late once last year, you know, it almost broke my heart... it took me months to forgive him"). But in general... someone SAYS ________ about their marriage and it's like Wordsworth. "... emotion reflected upon in tranquility." Or like here. People sometimes complain about how perfect/ easy/ whatever other responders are/act like/sound like. But the fact of the matter is that someone else's "hard time" is something that they're talking about as having happened in the past. On here, we're all snug and comfy and typing. Other people's lives are surreal and imagined things in our own minds. Our own lives, otoh, are something we have to live ourselves, day in and day out.
Hugs. Not sure any of that will help. Just my own muddling through my own life.