Clearly Q and I came from different cultures. Just look at our parents:
French African meets Mid-Western Girl. The dynamics of THAT, to get to where we are NOW, are just impressive. Every marriage goes through an adjustment period where the couple learns everything about each other including how to handle differences. On average it takes newly weds a minimum of 3 years to properly “leave their parents and cleave to each other” so as to truly become one. Looking back now we can only laugh at how we handle our differences. For example in the middle of an argument with me Q would be grasping for words because he only knew the word in French. I know, apparently arguing is HEALTHY or something. We have indeed come a long way and now we don’t argue. At all. We most definitely DISAGREE, but we don’t raise our voices or argue. During our first year of marriage, one day Q suddenly told me that he was done arguing with me. It made me SO MAD at the time, but our marriage is a MILLION times stronger for it. Even when I am wrong, he won’t argue. He gives me SPACE.
Which allows me to cool down.
A multicultural family is awesome! I wouldn’t have it any other way!