On a beautiful summer afternoon like this one, I recall the pleasures of boating. I want to get out on the water. My husband does not.
Am I being cheated? Is there something wrong with my marriage?
Not at all. We promised to love each other "in sickness and in health," not "by boat and by bicycle." Our marriage is just fine.
He's a handy companion, and I love spending time with him. He'll even get in a boat with me from time to time, just because he loves spending time with me. But I have other friends who share and even amplify my delight with boating, and my life is blessed when I remember to spend some time with them, too.
The first time around, I expected a lot of things besides love, and I often felt cheated. Now I Expect Love and find my life much fuller and happier.