Last year my partner and I bought a house together and for the past nine months have been crossing DIY improvement projects off our list. Doing these projects together is helping us grow as a couple, and I’m grateful, but there’s one task that puts me in a bad mood without fail — painting. I’d rather get a root canal.
And both partners make vows via which they choose to surrender that freedom: when a couple stands at the altar before God and friends and family, part of what they are declaring to one another is: I can leave. But I won’t.