It’s hard for so many little reasons, like the fact that he can never get his dirty dishes all the way into the sink (only to the counter next to the sink) and leaves his socks everywhere…or like how I sometimes get a teensy bit OCD about…well…about everything. It’s hard because we both have a bajillion responsibilities pulling us in a bajillion different directions at any given time and at the end of the day sometimes we’re just exhausted and don’t really feel like putting in the energy and effort to try. Mostly though, it’s hard because marriage is comprised of two flawed people. Two people who are selfish and want to do things their own way. It’s innate.