Quick link: Marriage is the Beautiful Hard

Yesterday I had a post published on Velvet Ashes about marriage and being an expatriate.

Sometimes I wonder what my marriage would look like if we had never moved overseas. We are coming up on fifteen years and all but two and a half of that have been as expatriates. Would we hold hands if we hadn’t moved to a Muslim country? Would we have more couple friends? Would we laugh more? Less? Would we know each other’s sweat spots (and I do mean sweat spots, not sweet spots)? When one of us says: I’m going to Somaliland and might have to fly through Mogadishu and will be gone 5 or 14 or 21 days, would we be able to say, “Okay. Just let me know.” And then would we both know that this is a good response? The things you learn about a person who is jet lagged or culture shocked or culture-shock-jet-lag-weary could seriously tear a relationship apart. And the things you share while walking through countries and loneliness and deep valleys and crazy mountain tops could seriously cement a relationship together.

tomI’ve said it before and I will say it again, I don’t think I could have stayed so long in the Horn of Africa without this specific man by my side (even though he drives me crazy sometimes).

Click here to read Marriage is the Beautiful Hard