I've been ruminating on the nature of marriage and relationships in general lately. I realised that as of August, Himself and I will have been married for seven years. That means I've been in the same relationship for eight and a half years. Anybody who knew me in the pre-Himself days might be pinching themselves about now. I never put much stock in long term relationships. I had many a short term gig, and I didn't see myself as the marrying type. If you'd told the twenty-something me that in ten years I'd be living in suburbia with my husband and our two children, smart money would be on a sarcastic response with a side of eye rolling. If you'd told my grandfather that I'd be a housewife with a catering business, there would definitely have been snorting, possibly even sniggering, with his helping of eye rolling. *lol* As unexpected an outcome as my current lifestyle is, I'm loving it. Yes, I get frustrated and tired dealing with a te...