I find it utterly astounding that today is TC and Maman’s anniversary. Well, that isn’t the astounding part.

It’s the 43 years they’ve been married that gets me. 43, People!

In true family dysfunction, I refer to them as divorced for all intensive purposes, but technically, they’re still married.

Yeah. Don’t ask. It’s easier. Of course you can ask, you can ask me anything and it’ll be in the 99.9% range that I’ll answer.

Because I’m an over sharer by nature. Explainer, too.

I find that if you’re an “over” one thing, that means you usually are with most things.

I didn’t ask TC yet but I did briefly talk with Maman, who was completely mystified as to how 43 years ago today they tied the big knot. Probably because that knot started to ravel a little at the edges and then began to come undone and then just looked like it had been to hell and back.

I know it wasn’t easy for them for many years, but this is Marriage. It’s its own f-ing institution. What the f is going to be easy about it?

I used to think it was. I thought people stayed in perpetual matrimonial bliss. And perhaps some do and that is possible — I’m not ruling it out.

What I do know now is that relationships, all relationships, take work and simply can be hard. But the wonderful flip side to that is, they are the most beautiful parts of our lives.

If it weren’t for our relationships, we’d have no frame of reference to know who we are and to experience ourselves in a grander version.

We’re here to express and create in these earthly realms and there is just no way to do that without being in relationship to another.

It’s the best, it’s the worst; the everything.

And despite TC and Maman’s weird relationship status/non status, if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be here.

To imagine … it all started 43 years ago today … I hope The BF and I are able to say the same for ourselves, while still being actually married.

We’re aiming high, People.