(1) It's cool that I'm wearing my wedding shoes 8 years later. Our culture's wedding traditions don't lend to much that lasts. The flowers die, the dress shrinks, and the music stops. Heck, statistics show that the marriage itself only lasts about half the time. I went into my wedding (and my marriage) with practicality in mind. So that's where these come in:
(2) If I wear them too long, they start to rub the skin raw on the back of my feet. They didn't used to do this. But pregnancy, in combination with life in general, tends to change one's body shape over the years. This is also true of my marriage. The first bit was cute and the perfect accessory. Even practical, actually. And then life happened. And somewhere in that process, I began to notice that Partner sometimes rubs me the wrong way. Rubs me all the way to raw. Because marriage is HARD. Being in a partnership where you put all sorts of assets (financial, emotional, and human) in a shared basket is a classic definition of vulnerable. Re-evaluating the value of those assets to make big decisions (where should we live? what career should I have? where should we send our kids to school?). TOUGH STUFF.
(3) I haven't gotten rid of them yet (the shoes or the husband). I also haven't tortured myself with raw skin. I invested in some medical tape and artificially create some "thick skin" on the spots I know get get tender. In my marriage, this looks like adding "reinforcement" in the form of caffeine, sleep, time in the sun, and good music. This also looks like informing Partner of "tender areas."
SIDEBAR: After 12 years together, Partner appears to know things I don't know I know. Kinda sweet. And creepy. But he mostly uses this power for good, not evil.
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