Well then my wife must be defective. In our ten years of marriage and thirteen years together, I have yet to see this rage — and god knows I've done damn near everything to deserve it (outside of cheating or beating). Truth is though, I don't think my wife is defective at all. I treat her like my queen, she treats me like a king. I'm respectful of her wishes, but don't let her control me — and vice versa. I'm impatient, self-absorbed, unruly and down-right mean. But with her I'm none of those things and I think that's the difference. For some strange reason, she makes me better.
We hear all the time from other couples, TV and church how hard marriage is; we just look at each other awkwardly. Marriage isn't hard, it's not work, it's not an inconvenience. Sharing time with someone you truly enjoy being around should not be tough. We agree on where we spend our money, our time, and our energy. We don't fight over bills, or chores, or whatever it is spouses fight over. We discipline our children similarly and just don't get mad at each other. I guess we're weird, though.
My four year old daughter caught us kissing last night while she was brushing her teeth and asked, "what are you doing?" To which my wife replied "Loving daddy." And she remarked "You guys can't love each other; you're married!" Sounds like a lot of adults I know.
It happens.
33 years at the end of the month.