This week we had multiple celebrations. Madge and I have been married 10 years. 10 years! A whole fucking decade.
It’s been a blur of cocktails and business and hotels and motorbikes and fun and laughter and worry and togetherness. The fun and laughter and togetherness always outweighed the worry. Motorbikes will always be fast and business will always be business. In the end. There’s more to it, there always is…but that remains between me and him.
We’ve come out of it still in love and still friends with his kids. The two things that mattered. I literally couldn’t have asked for more. I take my marriage model from my parents, and as they have reached 46 years, I still have some way to go.
Also, this week, it was His Birthday. When someone says to you, ‘I don’t want anything’ it’s impossible to know what to get him for his Birthday. So, instead of presents, we did some stuff. Low key, lovely stuff.
