So it happened. I got married. Weird, right?
I didn't fall down a dark marriage hole like a lot of my other friends and disappear for 6 months. In fact, I still see all my old friends (married and single) just as much as I did before.
This all came as quite a surprise to me. From my years of seeing friend after friend get married, I really thought that your whole life has to change and the Magic Marriage Fairy casts a spell on you that changes everything about your personality, social life, and interests.
But.... it was a myth. I am still the same fiesty, stubborn, feminist, spastic, social butterfly that I have grown into over the last 24 years. And I am glad.
I still have the same ambitions, goals and dreams and Bryce supports them. He is totally down to travel the world, volunteer in 3rd world countries, and go on millions of missions with me. He is supportive that I want to have a career and move all over the country.
I have discovered in the 2 months of being married that it really is what you make of it. So, I hate cooking and Bryce likes it? He cooks us meals. I love cleaning and doing laundry? I take care of that. I love working and am terrified of the thought of having children? That is ok too.
I realize now that I didn't have to turn into a domesticated, 1950's housewife over night like I had always imagined when people get married. This realization was a sigh of relief.
I think it helped that we dated for so long too before we got married because it has been a smooth transition. Everyone I talked to said that "The first year of marriage is the hardest." But, it honestly has been just the same. And yes, we have argued and our lives aren't perfect. But, I think we both knew exactly who the other person was and so the walls of infatuation didn't come crumbling down after the honeymoon ended.
We are both the same people, and life has stayed the same. And I am glad.