The good news is that we've always been on the same page as far as our son's care was concerned. And while those were tough years, we've both found our way through life, careers, parenthood, and marriage.
I would not call our life a "contract." Rather, a deep, abiding, and loving friendship. And so far, there have been no homicides on the books.
I drive my husband crazy. There's not doubt about that. And sometimes I refer to him as my "first husband" because if he asks me again where I "keep the sheets" or "hid the vacuum cleaner" I think I"ll murder him.
But I also know that if I told him one day that I wanted to be President of the United States, my husband would take me to a doctor. He loves me. He respects my intelligence (what there is left of it) but he would also truly fear for our nation if I were somehow put in charge.
We are older, wiser, wider, and more wrinkled. But that's what 25 years in total will do for you.
That's my story. What's yours?