'The Decennial' by Babs Kirby

 

We met in 2008. I’d had enough of my freedom and independence and was ready to prove I could actually do a long-term relationship. 

What was it like to get past the seven-year itch? What was it like to be married for twenty-five years? 

When he had his heart bypass in 2010, I told the surgeon I wanted him to last another twenty-three years. Minimum. 

I visited him post-op and he was shivering violently. I dreamt of his heart being packed with ice.  

We’ve long passed the ten-year milestone and are rolling on into our dotage.