It's not a Fairy Tale

When I first got married I was very naive. I went into it thinking it was going to be a fairy tale, and I quickly realized it wasn't. The first month went pretty smoothly, we were still in the "newlywed" phase. We were settling into our new house and decorating and I couldn't believe how great things were between us. Then after that wore off, that's when the fights came. The arguments were, and still are, mainly over money. I probably didn't go a week without crying over something. All I could think was "Is this how it's going to be forever?". So the process went we would get into an argument, I would get upset and call my mom, which usually resulted in another argument for calling my mom and telling her. One day we got into this really bad argument which went on all day, and as usual I called my mom. But this time I couldn't even tell her what we were arguing about. That's when she gave me this advice, she said "Chose your battles wisely". So I took that into consideration, and when things were getting heated between us again, even though I knew I was right, I kept my mouth shut. But let me tell you that was Very Hard, I am a very opinionated person. We still had our battles but not quite as often. Then our daughter was born, and everything changed drastically. We fought over everything who changed her last, who burped her last, who had done the most work. And on top of that the money problems were getting worse. So we came up with a new rule, that even though we have our disagreements we take 10 minutes to ourselves to calm down and then we try to talk it out. We still have bumps in the road, but it's getting better. Whenever we do get in a argument and I wish he would just disappear, I have to remind myself that he will only for 6 or 9 months to a war zone. And when that time comes I will be wishing he was home to fight with.