Ours is a strange and wonderful relationship.
She's strange, and I'm wonderful.
Or maybe vice-versa. I guess it's all a matter of perspective.
Thirty percent of the time, I worry about one scenario. Another thirty percent of the time, I worry about pretty much the opposite scenario.
The rest of the time, everything is fine. Good, in fact.
Forty percent goodness. I've known so-called happily married couples who couldn't make that claim.