The best thing that ever happened to me

John and I work together, and if I had any recommendation at all to couples who want to stay happily married, it would be "For God's sake, don't work together." Spending every day together, and then coming home and spending every evening together can be hard, and tends to bring out the worst in people.

Anyone who has known me for more than a few months has probably realized this, as I am not terribly shy about sharing my frustrations, and I can be a royal bitch when it comes right down to it. Often, I am not kind to John during those bitch-fests.

But when the chips are down and my life has fallen completely apart and I Just Can't Take Any More, he's always there. He picks up the pieces and puts me back together and tells me it's okay to go hide in that corner and he'll just handle it until I'm ready to come back out. He reminds me that I don't have to solve everything all by myself. He never judges when the childishness takes over and I say things that I would never admit to anyone else, ever, whether I really mean them deep down or not. I have no idea what I would do without him. I have no idea who I would be without him, because I think I would have cracked up years ago and completely lost myself to The Crazy.

And sometimes, even though I'll never admit it, he's right about the things we argue about at work, too. But just sometimes.