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Queen Of My Marriage

My favorite marriage advice was said to me in my first few months of marriage: Treat each other like a king and queen.

Actually, it was more like: Treat Scott like a king. Oh yeah, then you get to be the queen.

I am 25-years-old, and my ears perk up at “queen” because my friend know how to get through to me. Scott and I try to follow this bit of wisdom and treat each other with respect and kindness, but our first year of marriage is challenging. We are 2 people in 1 home who are used to me, mine, and now. An “us” is a learned behavior and we are not quick studies.

While our sense of humor often saves us from arguments, we cannot ignore how differently we cope with tragedy and stress. I talk and talk and brainstorm and plan and attack and flank the problem. Scott retreats and ignores and shrugs and thinks and thinks about the problem.

We are also lazy and like being the king and queen if that means we wouldn’t have cook or clean or do anything outside of our comfort zone. However, the heart of matter is to treat each other like royalty and that means one us has to get up off the couch.

But we believe in the advice because we have moments when reverence for the other is all that keeps us from metaphorically slugging it out. Our kingdom keeps us from saying and doing the words that can never been taken back. The words may eventually be shoved into a closet, but the effort to heal the wound is more than it takes to try at this love and respect. But we realize that no one wants a marriage filled with resentments and fighting. How can we remember what to do in the heat of all the moment which make and break a marriage?

On our first wedding anniversary we buy styrofoam, stickers, and ribbons. Sitting on the floor of a fancy hotel in Virginia, we cut and tape and measure and laugh.

Those days when one person can only complain, or refuses to help, or is just being a pain, the other person walks over to our china cabinet, grabs a big styrofoam crown and plops it on a royal head.

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I'm also wearing my royal hoodie.

And we laugh. And listen. And show a little more respect.

I am a queen more in love with my king than I ever thought possible as my friend suggested we become royalty many years ago.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

8 thoughts to “Queen Of My Marriage”

  1. I had to laugh because it looked so familiar. The adjustment phase, the differing problem solving styles, the having to get up issue… I totally need to make crowns.

    Great post. Thanks for sharing!

  2. I love the crowns! What do your kids think of them? I was going to suggest you make “Prince” and “Princess” ones and adapt them for your kids but I’m sure they would be seen as rewards and would not have the intended effect.

  3. I always love your practical marriage advice. Our first year was hard, too. And we’ve had several rough patches since then as well. It’s only been in the last year that I started to realize that you can’t sweat the small stuff in marriage. So, I’ve tried to stop (or at least check myself when I do). And it really has made a world of difference.

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