When i had proposed

When I had proposed to her, I felt like many men had done when proposing to their other half...
A deep and profound feeling of... Regret
Like, what am I doing? Or more accurately, why am I doing this?
From that moment on my partner and I began to argue. Something we'd never really done before. Not like this. Not big, just little things, stupid things
I suppose every little thing becomes a big deal when 'forever' is at stake, which then put puts 'forever' at stake.
What makes a good partner an equally good wife?
The term alone sounds absurd to me.
But then so is life itself, so suppose this, much like all else, is simply a choice