Sometimes it’s hard to believe that Tammy and I have been married for six seven years.

And that’s not just because neither of us really knew our exact anniversary, day or year, until a couple of days ago.

Apparently Tammy told some of The Girls at work that our anniversary was coming up and when she wasn’t sure of the date, she sent me a message on Yahoo! Chat.

In case Tammy forgets... again

Tammy: What year were we married?
Me:  2005… April 16, 2005.
Tammy: You sure?
Me: Yup. Why? I even went to check just so I could tell you that I was right.
Tammy: ’cause we were trying to figure it out and in ’05 the 16th was a Friday. I thought it was a Saturday when we got married.
Me: I don’t know what you’re looking at but April 16 in 2005 WAS on a Saturday.
Me: Why ya’ll trying to it figure out?
Tammy: Nothing, just when we got married ’cause I didn’t know.

I then proceeded to take a picture of our Marriage License and emailed to to Tammy in case she forgets.

But a couple of days later we were laying on the bed and she seemed to forget again.

Tammy: Six years ago we were about to get married.
Me: It was seven.
Tammy: You sure? I think it was eight.
Me: (counting with my fingers) We got married in 2005, so 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. That’s seven.
Tammy: You’re right. I was just kidding you about it being six, but I really did think it was eight instead.

It’s Kind of Our Thang

The Girls thought it was funny that neither of us could remember our anniversary, but that’s how it’s always been with us.

Neither of us are very big on celebrating our birthdays either. There have been times Tammy has told me NOT to get her anything (cards/flowers) and it’s not one of those “she’s telling me NOT to do something when she really means it” things.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve gotten her stuff when she says not to and she appreciates it. She’s just not a big pomp and circumstance type of person.

Love Isn’t Always…

Not always the case...

I wish I could say the past seven years were all puppy dogs and rainbows but unfortunately that’s not the case.

And I’m not saying that because I “torment Tammy” on a daily basis.

The first couple of years of our marriage we went through a lot of hardships that would have broken up a lot of people.

Our relationship was broken and we were at a point where we had to decide to walk away or work to make things better.

We may have been married on April 16, but there is another date that’s just as important to me, July 18. That’s the day things turned around and I realized that love never fails, but that’s a story for another day.

Battle Wounds of Love

We’ve been together for nearly 13 years and have the scars to prove it. But those scars aren’t necessarily a bad thing.

Those scars are not just reminders of where we have been, but what we have been through. They represent our relationship, the good, the bad and the ugly.

Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.
— Mignon McLaughlin

They represent what each of us were willing to go through to show how much we love the other person.

Don’t get me wrong, they most definitely represent pain, but they are also symbols of what we have been willing to go through, with and for each other in the name of love, and our marriage.

It’s because of those scars that we are able to celebrate six, I mean, seven years together.

Happy Anniversary. I love you.

Tormenting Tammy

I didn’t want to end this post on a sad note and since Tammy just called it “a bit mushy” after I read this to her I decided to add this new section of some of our recent interactions.

Tammy: I love looking at myself in the mirror because I get better looking everyday.
Me: Yeah, because your eyesight is getting worse everyday.
Tammy: My eyesight is FINE. I see what you look like everyday.

Tammy: If we just teamed up and did stuff together it’d go a lot faster.
Me: Yeah?
Tammy: Like when I was blow-drying my hair you could have been taking this stuff (makeup?) off my eyes and I’d have been done already.
Me: You don’t want me doing that to you.

Tammy: All I know is them b!tches (on Big Rich Texas) make me NOT want to live in Texas. But Kelly lives there so it can’t be all bad.
Me: It’s a big state you know.
Tammy: I know. But I know I don’t ever want to live in New Jersey.
Me: I get that.

Tammy: (After jabbing at me a couple of times) We should play fight so we could practice our skills.

Me: Why don’t more people buy silencers? I’d get one. (after seeing one on Person of Interest)
Tammy: Because most people that have guns nowadays get them illegally and can’t afford an extra $2,000 for one.
Me: (laughing) You just made up this whole scenario in your head.
Tammy: Look it up.

Tonight the silencer comments continued with Tammy.

Tammy: Did you ever look it up?
Me: No.
Tammy: Of course not, you don’t ever want to prove me right.
Me: No, because if I look it up I can’t ever use one.
Tammy: Dang it… You figured me out! (She once had me look up how “lye” can disintegrate a body only to follow it with… “HA! Now you can’t ever use lye to dispose of my body because you Google’d it!”)

Also tonight while we were watching an episode of Survivor and I was glad to see a guy get voted off, which didn’t sit well with Tammy.

Tammy: Why don’t you like him?
Me: I don’t like how he talks.
Tammy: You are so superficial.
Me: Yeah, well you like how he looks.
Tammy: So what?!!?