Edged in Blue

Yes, Mark Sanford is still a punching bag for his affair (and his bone-headed attempt to cover it up) a week later, even after the deaths of Ed McMahon, Billy Mays, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson (but sadly, not Axl Rose).  I even have a post ready to go tomorrow that turns Markie Boy into an Enzyte parody.  (Well, he does look like Smilin’ Bob, yanno.)

So what is the secret to a good marriage?  And where do I get off having ended one marriage in the past three years and only being married again for just over one year?

No one really knows, because life, short as it is, is long.  There are no guarantees.  But I do know what makes Nita happy.  And she knows what makes me happy.

I always remember I fell in love with this woman.

And because I treated her well, even when things occasionally got heated between us, she agreed to dress like this for me one summer day in Tennessee so we could be together forever.

And good or bad, in sickness and in health, she always looks like this to me.

I let her know I love her and need her.  In return, I feel loved and needed.  And that’s all that matters.

Plus, there’s the one secret to marriage that many people, male and female, forget.

Don’t treat each other like dirt.  And when you do (because we’re all human, you know), grow a spine, say you’re sorry, and make your partner feel how much you love them.

There.  That wasn’t so hard, was it?