You Know You’ve Found the Right Partner When…

You know you’ve found the right partner when…He carries you crying through a swamp that you refuse to cross because you’re too afraid.

But let me back track a little. Here’s a quick honeymoon teaser story that I felt worked perfectly for this blog.

I was taken on a walk. Yes it sounds like I am a dog, but I didn’t really wanna go. I was beyond tired and just wanted to relax in our beautiful B and B. It was truly comfy. But the Partner wanted to do some little walk of our day since we spent it driving up Scotland. So he found a walk that was supposed to be marked, just not a ton. Upon arriving where we wanted to start, there was no path to be found. This was frustrating enough, but then it started to rain. Convinced that where it ended we would both find the path and it would stop raining, we embarked.

Finding the end was very easy. It as extremely well marked and not raining. So true points for being right. However, it was very buggy, it was wet, so flies, midges everything was attending the party. A very angry and tired me was barreling through. I thought if I am practically running, the insects won’t get me. I was wrong. I’m almost running through the swamp fueled on anger alone when we exit into a reserve. It is mostly marshy and if Scotland didn’t have a drought, it would be a bog/marsh. But it’s mostly dry.

It is impossible to see where to go so we cut straight across, trying to reach higher ground. This involves bumpy terrain that you can’t see because of the thick tall grass. Additionally there are little spiny bushes I cannot step over, so need to step straight on. The constant crack is annoying, but becomes downright paranoia when I’m taken back to the scene in Lord of the Rings where Frodo and Sam are also walking through a swamp, except they have dead Elves and people under the water.

Now the crunches sound like bones to me and the marsh footing makes me sure I am going to step on a dead person, or be pulled down by some bones spurting from the ground. Gazelling my way through, I emerge on the other end, thoroughly scared, frustrated, and angry. No path still in sight.

I refuse to go back over it. It begins to rain. My plan is to walk to the beginning, alone, and he can go back and pick me up. He doesn’t think it’s a good idea to separate and keeps insisting that we’re on our honeymoon or something absurd like that and he wants to be with me.

This throws me into a tailspin, and I am screaming crying now saying I will not walk over the dead people again. (I get scared very easily very fast, just last night I was scared that someone was in our apartment and I froze and couldn’t move and then cried a lot). The whole time I am saying I don’t like him, I can’t believe I’m here, how could he bring us somewhere with no path, the works.

I am a true animal when I’m mad. So his bright idea is now to carry me on his back through the swamp again. This doesn’t brighten my day.

I can be a child.

So he’s carrying me, somewhat kicking, but definitely screaming. And the whole time he never yells, never leaves me alone in this swamp. He carries me as I cry, yell, and scream higher than I’ve ever done before. Not louder, because I can still go louder.

And then we make it back to the car. My face is covered in snot, I’ve cried my eyes out, and I look a mess. Somewhere through the carrying, I’m now convinced he doesn’t love me anymore and will now leave me. Spoiler, he doesn’t.

To cut a long story short: I picked the right partner to love, to spend my life with, and to carry me through a swamp.

(My arm muscles were sore the next day from my workout holding myself on his back. Apparently his legs were more sore. I disagree)