Despite priding myself in being an “out-of-the-box” thinker, I never could have imagined 3 years after marriage my husband, toddler, and I would be living in an RV. I mean, who gets married thinking they’re gonna move into a camper? Not this lady!
I married Ed three years ago. It was the most exciting day of my life. I kept saying “I can’t believe Ed is marrying me! I can’t believe I am getting married!” If you’ve read a blog post or two here at thevirtualcampground.com, then you probably know I am a little different so my excitement and surprise is completely understandable.
But I digress. Here we are in southern Alabama living in an RV named Dixie. And I absolutely love it. I love the short cleaning list, the RV park, the… wait, I already wrote that blog post. Click here for why I’m in love with RVing. This post is about how living in an RV has made me fall more in love with my husband. It is my anniversary gift to my husband because well, this week is our anniversary and my cheap booty ain’t going to the store. Again, I digress. Let’s get in to this.
So it turns out my husband is super handy.
Since moving into the RV, I’m pretty sure my husband has never had to work so dang hard in his life. This RV has been throwing challenges left and right at Ed and he just keeps rising to the occasion. Leak in the garbage compartment? No problem. Water damage to the whole back wall of the RV? Ed’s got it. Replace the floor? Yeah, it’s done.
This, ladies and gents, is manly and sexy. **SWOON**
I’ve also learned he’s way more patient than I am.
I always tell people Ed is a much more patient partner than I am, and it is true. He easily forgives me and has never yelled at me for any of the ridiculously-high number of stupid things I’ve done. I, on the other hand, cannot boast these stats. I didn’t think I could gain a more patient spouse until we bought Dixie.
You see, we bought this RV only a couple months after Ed returned home from Afghanistan. As a family, we were all still adjusting to each other and to our roles. It was going as well as it could but of course it was still very challenging. Throw an RV into the mix and it could have been a disaster!
But it hasn’t been!
I have seen my husband struggle since we started living in an RV, but time and time again I see him succeed.
I see him overcome barriers as a parent with Chelsea. I see him put his needs and wants aside for me. I see him work tirelessly on this dang RV and then make the family dinner with a smile. All these reasons make me fall in love with him again and again.
A lesser man would have probably just gotten keys to an apartment by now. Working on this RV has tested so much more than his handyman skills. Bearing the sole responsibility of fixing our home (on top of a full-time job and being a husband and father!) has stretched his patience much further than I thought capable. I see him working on our home every day and I am so proud to be this man’s wife.
We’re finally getting to spend time together!
So it’s our 3rd anniversary and it’s the first time we’ve been together on this date since our wedding. Truth be told, most of our relationship has been spent apart. When we met, he lived in Alabama and I lived in Florida. While dating, our closest distance in mileage was almost 300 miles. And our marriage? Well, I’ve either been pregnant and working or he’s been at month-long trainings for work or deployed for a year.
I love the security this duty station and RV have brought to our marriage. I love knowing he is coming home and we will be together because well, we have no other choice. I mean, there really is no place to hide in this fifth wheel. We’ve got to stick together.
When we lived in the townhouse, I was always worried about cleaning and making the house perfect. When Ed would get home from work, I’d tell him to play with Chelsea so I could get some chores done. I felt like even though we lived in the same house, we didn’t get to spend a lot of quality time together. In the RV, it is so different. Chores are done together quickly so we have plenty of time to have fun as a family.
And plenty of time to argue.
Alright, I’d be lying if I said we weren’t arguing. Of course we are. The RV renovation, on top of having a cranky 2 year old, and just life in general has taken its toll on our relationship. Sometimes it seems like we can’t find a single common ground. Sometimes it seems like the harder we try to get along, the less likely we are to do so.
Can you relate? I’m sure you can, because DUH! This is not a strictly RV-related problem. Lots of couples argue. What is unique about doing so while living in an RV is that we have to promptly solve our problems. We have to swallow our pride and quickly come to a compromise or else ole Dixie is going to turn into a Lil Box-a’ Torture for not only us, but for our daughter as well. This small space can fill with tension so fast even the dog cowers in the corner.
So how does this make me love my husband, exactly?
Well, it has shown me just how much he loves me and is willing to do whatever it takes to make this marriage work. When I cross a line, I see he doesn’t hold a grudge. When he starts to get upset, I see him throttle back on his emotions and take control of them so we are able to get along. Knowing my husband loves me so much makes me such an incredibly grateful wife. Seeing that love in action every single day makes me also love him that much more.
I don’t think we would be working so hard on our relationship if we were in a regular ole sticks and bricks. I think we would be more prone to “escape” tense situations and let things “stew.” Living in an RV makes that almost impossible. Our conflict resolutions skills must rise to the challenge over and over in the heat of the moment to extinguish inflamed egos and mend hurt hearts. I am so proud of my husband for adapting to this lifestyle and giving our marriage 100% in the process.
How long have you been married or with your partner? Could you survive the RV life? Comment below and don’t forget to share the article if you like it!