I Failed

I whispered to my wife under the Chupah: "I will never fight with you. And if we do fight, I will always say to you: You are right." Looking back, I have not lived up to that promise even once. We have fought a lot, and I always claim that I am right. But I am not sorry: not for the promise and not for my failure. I am happy that I promised since I set the ideal and the aspiration. When one knows the truth, there is hope. I am not sorry that I failed, since I learned from every failure and I improved. I learned from each experience and I or, more accurately, we improved. We thought that marriage was complete stability, and we now understand that it is a joint journey, and we travel along together.