A few years back, when Hubby and I were in the thick of things, I made a statement. I told him I would give this marriage 5 years. If by our 5th anniversary, things were not markedly better, I would cut my losses and go.
I meant every word.
I did not mean it as an ultimatum. I did not mean it as a threat. I meant it as a light at the end of what was, for me, a dark, dark tunnel.
I meant it. And I didn't know how I would mange to hang in for that long.
Tomorrow, Hubby and I will mark our 4th anniversary. And I will be thankful for all that we have been though in the last four years - the good and the bad. I will look back on what has come already. (It's been a bumpy ride.) And I will celebrate the future that is yet to come. (But it brought us here.) The future we will share together. For 5 years. For 75 years. For as long as we both shall live.