Marriage is weird. Isn't it? You become one, yet you are two. You are still you. But this you spends all of your time with this other person who makes this a we. Gettin' crazy just throwing pronouns around up in here!
Freddie was out of town bachelor partying it up and our little two person bubble popped. 'Sploded. We have ridden the relationship train all the way to this point. Ya know, we started at the stop where you see each other maybe just on the weekends. Then we started the maybe once a week plus on the weekends stop. Eventually after I graduated college we started spending just about every evening together. Because he would feed me, you know. But then we got on the long distance train and that was just roses and butterflies, obviously (hint: not). After 6 months of that train we hit up the marriage stop. The stop where we spend all of our time with one another. You + Me = We and all that kind of stuff.
We go out with friends.
We go grocery shopping.
We go out drinking on the weekends.
We do this. We do that.
He cooks. I do laundry. Details.
We, we, we.
What happens when it's just YOU again? What do you do?
Lemme be real honest. I was dreading this weekend. I was dreading it as if I was on the way to an eye doctor appointment (hey, I really hate eye drops. Okay). What was I going to do?! There are so many hours in the day! Especially on the weekend days! Who would fix me weekend waffles?! (That was obviously the biggest dilemma in this situation).
What did Emily used to do before Freddie?
And that's when my ruh-dic-ulous self realized. I'm still Emily. I'm still me/you/whatever. I don't have to remember how to do Emily things or how to be Emily because dat's me. Even when I am a we with Freddie, I'm still the me part of the we. Following along?
So yes, as I said before, marriage is weird. Weirdly hard. I truly believe it is so important to not get lost in your marriage, per say. To not stop being you. To not become one. GASP! Let's look at this equation again:
You + Me = We.
There would be no We without a You and a Me. Need 'em both therefore it can't be just one.
And guess what? I did all the regular 'ole Emily things this weekend. I worked at an arts festival. I hosted a precious ballet birthday party for 8 four year olds. I went out to dinner with friends. I went to Target and spent money so I could save so much money with my Cartwheel app. Spending is saving! Wait... I went to my rehearsal. And after it all, I came home Sunday night, saw my Freddiefriendhusband and gave him a big 'ole kiss.
Because even though I'm still me, I sure do love being the me to our we.