They say that when you get married, you should always keep the spark alive.

And I'm pretty sure that spark eventually evolves into the static electricity you get from arguing over who left the lights on.

My wife and I have been married long enough that we've truly mastered shared living spaces.

She gets the bedroom closet, and I get the laundry basket in the hall.

Marriage is like a game of Jenga

you start with a solid foundation, and then you take turns removing pieces until it all comes crashing down, but somehow you're still stuck with each other

When my wife and I were dating, I made sure she always had plenty of space.

Now, I consider it a win if I manage to keep my own pillow by morning.