When I first met my husband Jon I was in the middle of a nightmare, a nightmare that I had convinced myself was my felicity… It was my wedding day and Jon was a guest.
My life with my Ex husband was emotionally taxing, a whirlwind of jealousy, resentment and infidelity; a massacre of two human souls. I refer to that time in my life as my dark period, a time that I was missing somewhere, my sanity laying dormant. Four years I was submerged lower and lower, until a nineteen year old angel infiltrated my family and saved my life. Her name was Katie and she was everything I wasn’t, or at least, that’s what I was told…
Losing my family was difficult until I was able to face the truth, that there had never been a family at all. The dreams that I had of growing old together, the memories that I painted with all the pretty colors of my pallet, were really just something my mother likes to call the irrational hope syndrome; the self manipulations of an insecure person.
All the things I had lied to myself about I chose to face; I chose to be honest.
When I felt good enough to move forward, Jon was the obvious choice as he was the only single man I knew. We shared the same friends, and although I didn’t know him intimately, I knew him socially and I knew his little girl was very cute. The night of our first date was initiated without much expectation, nothing beyond taking the first step to move forward and hoping I got through it.
True love was ignited in my heart for the first time in my life. I had no idea that the man coming late to my wedding was my soul mate. You know how some say that time stops when they meet The One? Or, how people say, “it felt as if we were the only ones in the room”? Well, that night, in the midst of a crowded room, we were alone.
We had no idea how hard it would be to do something so seemingly simple; be together.
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