Marriage is more "we ride at dawn" than "happily ever after"

Me and this beautiful woman right here has been married for 10 years. And the one thing we learned real fucking quick was, marriage ain't no fucking fairytale. It's about finding who's ready to ride or die the moment shit gets heavy. Most marriage, they want all the feelings, the comfort, the validation, and that is true, but there's another tie to it. It's the series of the battles, the conquest of pain, hardship, you know, heavy. When the bills get heavy and the kids get loud, how do you show up for each other? Or do you still even choose each other? If on narrative, going moment shit palls up, the kids get sick or the stress of the mission hits your front fucking door. See, for us, is tactical partnership. It's, hey babe, we riding that dawn, knowing alarm, don't and justice. I strapping up boots because boots saved a chasing while actually. So bucks, go reset.