My husband and I recently celebrated our tenth year of marriage. My surprise at how fast that milestone has come is surpassed only by how many of our friends’ marriages have collapsed along the way. Couples who were as vibrant and playful with each other as we are, whose faces and smiles grace the pages of our photo albums and the frames on our shelves.
Marriages end for a number of reasons, but is it safe to say – judgment aside – that some abandon ship long before it’s truly sunk? I know there are instances that would certainly tempt me to do so. From even before the wedding vows were spoken, my mantra was “I’ll stick with you through anything. But if you ever cheat on me, I’ll be gone so fast you’ll think you dreamed me up!” With maturity I learned to stop threatening my husband for a hypothetical offense, but the motive behind it has always resonated with me: in a strong marriage, betrayal may be the hardest pill to swallow.
It can be swallowed, yes. But many choose to spit it out and hurl the ring right behind it, not pausing to ask: what if…
There are no easy choices where marriage in trouble is concerned. And even when the apparent right choice surfaces, the ability to follow through with it is its own wrestling match. How does one decide if it’s worth saving? And if it is, how do they save it? My debut novel explores these questions, as well as the alternatives. I’m also interested in hearing your thoughts.