Persuasive Essay About Marriage

In my twenties before I was married or had children I would dream of my future. I would imagine my wedding, the husband I would marry, the number of children I would have and even the type of house I would live in. It was a simple life and everyone was happy. I also assumed that my marriage would be one of equality. We would share all the household and financial responsibilities equally including raising our children. Why wouldn’t we share everything? He was no better than me, nor I better than him. We were equal in this relationship. We would talk about everything and make a decision we both could agree on.
I think my first mistake was I never shared my “pretend” future with my husband nor did my husband share what he thought our

The vows we took said for better or worse and that was really a reality. I should have added to the vows we will both be responsible for the laundry, cleaning the house, paying the bills, changing the diapers and running children around from event to event but that is not very romantic. He probably would have liked to have added to the vows too, taking the trash out or cutting the grass. Probably the most important line should have been to never stop trying to work together. It only gets easier when you stop taking your spouse for

Financially, one person tends to make more money than the other so unless you both add in equal amounts of money then there is no way for finances to be equal. Household chores are mostly done by time available. My husband normally works 50-60 hours per week and his job is very physical. I work much less than he does. I have more time to clean and it also seems more important to me that the house is clean than to my husband. But, my husband took pride in the outside of our house, so he would spend an entire Saturday cutting the grass and trimming the bushes or was it his way to escape the craziness inside the house?
Our priorities were not always the same. Our biggest challenge when the kids were little is they gravitated more to me, mostly because I was home and spent more time with them. As they grew up, I still seemed to be the chosen parent. So driving and carpooling became my specialty. It wasn’t that my husband wasn’t willing to help but only when I could not and it seemed that I had to be the one to ask. I used to think, no one asked me but I knew someone had to do