You know that marriage is “real” when on a potentially romantic late evening, you suddenly scream hoarse about how the clothes from the washing machine need to be put out to dry or they will smell like nobody’s business the next day. And then you spend the rest of your (potentially romantic) evening rolling on the floor. Laughing. About each other’s fighting style and how it has evolved over the last year and a half. And then in the middle of nowhere you suddenly realise that this is just the dream you wanted to live.
Anybody who comes here “googling” (if that’s not a word yet, it should be) for “marriage” or “should I or shouldn’t I” – you know my opinion now!