Some people say that having kids will make or break a marriage. The additional stress from having new bodies to take care of, the lack of sleep, the arguing over types of punishment or perhaps whether Johnny will be in tee-ball, and the added financial considerations. Aaron and I have made it past that one as I already had a child when we started dating, and then we had one together. We're still on the track for a wedding in June.

Some people say that finances will end a marriage, that money is one of the biggest things people argue about. After two and a half years, Aaron and I are finally in a position where we rarely argue over money. We've figured out what role each people play in our financial situation, and we've modified it until we're both content. Still getting married in June.

Some people say that an individual person's quirks will make or break the union. I've already covered some of mine in an earlier blog, and I know quite a few of Aaron's after living together for the aforementioned two and a half years. I accept his oddities, and I think he accepts most of mine.

Now, what I think will halt the train on our marriage track is Calculus.

That's right. I said Calculus.

This semester I have taken it upon myself to teach myself Calculus, Classical Mythology, and Intermediate German II. What I didn't tell Aaron before I signed up for these online do-it-yourself courses is that I was going to be pestering him every five minutes, on the verge of tears, yanking my hair out, and wanting to burn my calculus book.

Poor guy.

I sure hope he has the internal fortitude to deal with my whimpering and whining for the next three months. I don't want to lose him over such a ridiculously unimportant math subject. (Well, it's unimportant to me. To my psychology degree, it is of the utmost importance. In fact, I still have to take Calculus II, too. [Hehe, two-too.])

Here's my plea, Aaron. We can make it. We can. I know it'll be hard when we have arguments over weird squiggly line things and areas under curves and limits and... all the other stupid @#%)( things in Calculus. But we're strong. And united. We shall defeat the Calculus monster. Together. Whether you like it or not.

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