For on this day, 32 years ago, he married me.
And to his credit, he's never tried to trade me in on a newer model or smother me in my sleep if I snore. He's the best kind of husband: accepts me for who I am (heaven help him!) and loves me in spite of it. Plus he's a helluva cook!
It's not a myth. You can have happily ever after if you're willing to compromise, listen and still say "I love you". And mean it.
I do. Still.