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We’ve officially passed the seven month mark in our marriage. And this is what has changed: nothing.
Well nothing except for the fact I’ve quit my job so I can be a stay at home dog mom, keep the house clean, and have a warm meal on the table every night when Chris walks in the door from a busy day at work!
Jk. Although now that I think of it, I actually do all of those things (but still have my job) and regularly complain about the loud teenagers on the street and their crazy house music… So maybe I’m more like a 1950s housewife than I thought?
Since Chris and I lived together for about seven years before getting married, I don’t think either of us expected anything to change upon getting married. And for the most part, it hasn’t. However I will say compared to last year at this time (when we were in the thick of wedding planning) we get along much better.
So. Much. Better.
So let me take this time to issue a PSA and let anyone know who’s planning a wedding, that unfortunately it’s quite normal to bicker with your significant other more than ever during this time. At least it was for myself and all of my friends who got married last year. Yes, it sucks, but it happens. Chris and I are completely perfect and never fight (wink wink) but man, we were at each other’s throats during wedding planning. Two months out it was especially bad and I texted all of my girlfriends who had just gotten married and was like, what is going on here!?! And they all confirmed that the two month mark is hard as hell. Why? No one knows! My guess is because of “contrasting opinions.”
Luckily it gets better and is all completely worth it on “the big day.”
So here we are, seven months married and the small changes we’ve seen mostly have to do with other people. More specifically other people asking SO ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE KIDS SOON?
I know this question is perfectly normal and shouldn’t bug me, but it does. I can’t pinpoint why exactly, but I have to fight the urge not to groan and dramatically roll my eyes every time it gets brought up. I know I sound like an asshole when I say that, but I feel like when I respond “no, not for awhile,” I have to immediately explain why.
We really want to travel first. We’re just enjoying being married. We really like our dog. Chicago doesn’t allow children. It’s almost summer. Blah. Blah. Blah.
But then I also feel like an asshole responding “no,” because I know a lot of people trying to have kids and are really struggling, so I feel rude just blatantly assuming we could. Does that make sense?
Cleary I have a lot of issues with this question and it’s probably just a me-thing. (It usually is.)
Since we’re on the subject, here’s another thing that bugs me a little (am I an angry housewife or WHAT?) When people need me to give them a report regarding why I didn’t change my last name. I was really surprised that in 2017 so many people seem … unsettled? … that I chose to keep my last name.
I kept a tally of the Christmas cards we were sent and out of about 45, all but 3 were addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Hillis. Which is fine, writing two names would take longer and no one has time for that during the holidays! Also, I get it. It’s the norm, I’m not pretending I don’t understand how society works. It doesn’t bother me when people call me Mrs. Hillis (Mrs. Chris Hillis is another story, because … eh.) However I do get annoyed when I have to explain why my name is actually still “Taylor Wolfe.”
Because it is my name. That’s why. Will it someday be Taylor Hillis legally? Perhaps. I don’t rule it out, but for now it’s Taylor Wolfe.
This post just took an unexpected turn. I really should plan these out rather than just free writing, especially when I’ve had about six cups of coffee.
Long story short, seven months in and I’m happy to report married life is good for the Hillis-Wolfe household.
The most noticeable difference is probably that we finally have matching dishes. And fancy pots and pans! Our biggest fight to date as a married couple was when I accidentally scorched one of the new fancy pans for the first time. Don’t worry, I figured out how to make it sparkle again, right Chris?
(I bought a new one.)
Happy husband. Happy life.