Here’s the truth about being married:
The Church isn’t kidding about the “sickness and in health” vow.
J was miserable because she had four (4) kidney stones ready to be passed. And there they were this morning in the bottom of the toilet bowl.
I was lucky. I had no physical pain, but I had to take care and support her. When she couldn’t get through on the phone to call in sick, I went over to her store to let the manager on duty know why she wouldn’t be in last night. He was, naturally, most understanding.
Being supportive of one’s spouse or partner isn’t fun. But it is why we get married. After a crisis is passed, the vow starts to make sense, a lot of sense.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
I hear ya. My marriage is far from what I wish it were, but I made those vows, and to me, they are more than empty words. I walk on eggshells around a man who can fly into a rage at the drop of the hat, though he wasn’t always this way. Chronic medical conditions, side effects of meds, and old age have made him a hard man to live with. But throughout or marriage, he has always been there for me, even after it was physically hard for him to be so.
So….I am here, and I hate being here. I’m keeping my end of the bargain though he makes me wish sometimes I would just die and be done with it, anything to escape.
But I made those vows, so here I am.
Say it, Sister!