Today's the day, a year ago, Plus One and I went to City Hall. If you're going to get married, you may as well find someone as crazy as you are. That's all I know about marriage for sure.
Unemployment has been a theme of our relationship. From the first time he stayed with me in SF a few years ago, and stood outside one of my employer's offices, waiting as I got reamed for not fitting in with the company's culture, to hug me when I came outside crying, he's been around to not judge me when I quit jobs and get frustrated by the limitations that keep me from being that model employee every organization thinks they want.
When Plus One immigrated he couldn't work until he got his work permit, which took months, MONEY and paperwork. Irony. He's learned about the nuances of employment seeking the US and quit a perfectly good position so we could move to PA. He gets frustrated by the lack of opportunities, and I get frustrated by our constant state of middle-class poverty.
Still unemployed and still together, we've beat the celebrity marriage odds and are hoping for about 60+ more years. If every year is as long and stressful as the first one, I don't want to know what I will look like in 60 years. But I'm lucky as hell and try to remember that every night he keeps me awake with his snoring.
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