Differences

Once again,

CS & I went into a discussion,

on the kind of housing to look for,

and what was adviced from my parents.

Once again,

I was the one who started the discussion,

and the one who "do not want to talk about it anymore".

Thinking about these makes me feel excited,

but discussing about them in reality however,

wear me down really.

Trying to get into a marriage is really not easy,

less to say already on one.

It felt like a project two embarked on.

You discuss, reconcile and compromise.

And that's only the beginning.

At the end of it,

when you lie on your bed,

exhausted by the whole string of events,

you realised that you are actually on your way to,

another bigger project.

Marriage itself.

I'm grateful that,

CS and I do not work out differences,

in a quarrelsome manner.

And I am really grateful,

for his tolerance and patience.

Especially,

when my hormones get the better of me.