Anniversaries

Anniversaries are important to most people, on some level. Most couples will celebrate their first anniversary of being together in one way or another, and, if the relationship goes any further, they'll probably celebrate in further years. An anniversary is a way of saying to each other, 'bloody hell, how the fuck have I put up with you for (-insert number here-) years'...wait, no, sorry, I'm not supposed to be saying that. If it's as though you're having to strain to put up with each other, and the anniversary is just a milestone of relief, then it's probably best that you bail out and bail out fast. So anyway. Why am I talking about anniversaries? Is it because me and my imaginary girlfriend have hit our (-insert embarrassing number here-) anniversary? Hahahaha, when I think about it, that day can't actually be far off. Of course, by 'imaginary girlfriend', I really meant 'nobody'. But jokes aside, yesterday, I came back from my grandparents' golden wedding anniversary. 50 whole years of marriage. Not just 50 years together, but 50 years plus however long they knew each other before they bravely committed their lives to each other. Reaching 50 years is an incredibly proud achievement, and they really do deserve it. They're such lovely people, and they'd never hurt a fly. (Well, they do possess and use a flyswat, but...) Hopefully they'll keep going for a while longer, and I'm sure they will - there's no way that anything would split them up, apart from the inevitable...but let's not think about that. Not everyone makes it this far, because sometimes it just doesn't quite work. There's always going to be issues to overcome, and sometimes they'll prove too much for a couple. It's life I suppose. In a perfect world, we'd all like to reach 50 years of marriage with 'the perfect person' - and some of us will. But it won't be easy, it's not as though everything you want will just instantly go to plan. The ideal home, the pets, 2 kids (or how ever many it is that you'd want when you're older), the ideal job...if you get all these then bloody well done to you. I'll be knocking on your door, asking if you could come down to my house of failure and give me some life tips. I.e, write me a foolproof step by step guide, and I might just be okay. But anyway, 50 years is an amazing achievement, and my grandparents really do deserve it. Surely the laws of marriage state that they should be at each other with knives by this point? Surely they can't STILL be happy together after all these years? Well, it looks like they are. Hats off to you Ben and Kay.