I got married two months after my 19th birthday.
My husband got married 3 months after his 25th birthday.
Being that he was 6 years older then me and NOT A TEENAGER, he was slightly more mature and experienced in life. He was not as dramatic, nor as emotional, nor as prone to fits of crying on the bathroom floor because "OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CALLED ME PRINCESS, THAT WAS YOUR EX GIRLFRIENDS NICKNAME! YOU STILL LOOOOOVE HER. I WANT MY MOMMY."
(Yes, that's a true story!)
(And let's not talk about the time we drove by Long John Silvers and he started talking about how fun it was that one time we went there and... Um, WHAT? I've never been to Long John Silvers in my life, YOU BIG GIANT ASS!)
Our first year of marriage went a little something like this.
Sex. Fighting. Me, crying. More sex. More fighting. Me, crying. Sex, again. Fighting, again. Me, crying, again.
I learned a valuable lesson through all of the fighting and I'd like to share what I learned here with you, in case there are any teenage brides reading this.
Wimmins? If you run away during a fight, chances are pretty high that your man IS NOT GOING TO CHASE AFTER YOU.
Now, if you're running away just for the sake of getting away from the fight? No problem! You go girl. But! If you're running away with the hopes of him chasing after you, because, you know, he loves you so much and would NEVER want you to sit on a curb somewhere late at night waiting for him to prove his love by coming to get the love of his life and say how wrong he was for making you cry and how he'll never do it again and beg you to come back inside?
Dream on, girlfriend.
It's more likely you'll have to swallow your pride, walk back into that house sobbing like a little baby because he never did come looking for you, only to find him passed out on the sofa in his chonis, snoring and fartin' away, not even slightly worried about your dramatic ass out there on the streets.
Don't waste your time with the "running away" dramatics. Depriving him of Stuffing Your Enchilada is much more effective. It only took me a year to figure that one out!
I do miss those fights. They were awesome. But not as awesome as The "Oh baby! I'm so sorry, I love you so much and don't ever want to make you cry again" Sex. (Can you say "All night with candlelight?)
We're too lazy to have dramatic fights anymore. A fight these days pretty much goes like this.
(Us. On the couch.)
Me:OMG! It's 9:03, put it on channel 4. HURRY! The Apprentice already started!
Him: Ok.... (looking at the remote) ummm (still looking at the remote) uhhhhhh...(STILL looking at the remote)
Me: *grabs the remote, puts it on channel 4*
Him: THAT WAS RUDE! DON'T GRAB SHIT FROM MY HANDS. You're so RUDE!
Me: Sorry, you're right, that WAS rude, I just got excited and you know I easily I lose control when I'm excited. But, seriously, HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHERE THE BUTTONS ARE ON THE REMOTE?
Him: Because you always have it, you're a "remote hog".
Me: *handing him back the remote* Sorry, I shouldn't have grabbed it.
Him: *THROWS THE REMOTE ACROSS THE ROOM*
Me: HAHAHAHAH You big baby. HAHAHHAHA.
The 19 year old me would have gotten so dramatic when he threw the remote and I would have turned it into something like "OMG! You threw something! You're violent! I don't feel safe! I'm LEAVING!"
My current self? Didn't even get off the couch to pick up the remote.
Oh, how we've aged matured.
We have actually improved our fighting styles in the ten years together. Now, instead of hopping in bed to make up, we sulk (yes, both of us) for a few days until someone breaks down and does the dishes!