All right, guys, we’re getting kinda real today. Posts like this are hard because they require a lot of vulnerability, but reading honest posts by brave bloggers helped me get through a season of our marriage where I felt deeply ashamed and alone. I hope you’ll read it with respect, compassion, and kindness (as you always do). Thanks for sharing the real and the hard with me, my friends.
In a lot of ways, I think Jordan and I were well-prepared for marriage (or at least as well-prepared as you can be). We’d talked through a ton of topics ranging from finances and hobbies to relationships, community, and general expectations. We were on the same page about so many things, and we’d had many wonderful couples remind us that getting married would not fill some void in our heart, that we would still wrestle with questions of identity and worth that we’d wrestled with for most of our lives.
But the one thing we quickly found out we weren’t so prepared for? Intimacy.
