I married my ex-husband when I was 27. He was charming and attractive, and I didn't really think about much more than that. I had a fantasy idea of marriage, but our marriage was a nightmare. I tried my best to make it work for 12 years, and then, after the 3rd time of catching him cheating and all of the other bullshit he put me through, I finally quit. There are some dogs that just won't hunt, no matter how hard you try.
When I married my husband a couple of months ago, I could have cared less about the wedding...I catered it myself and we only invited 50 people. It was really nice, but I mainly did it for his parents (he'd never been married before), my parents, and my kids (who wanted a wedding). I could not wait for the wedding to be over and for us to be married.
The perspective is so very different, but I was single for 7 years after my divorce, waiting for the right guy. I was not sure I would ever marry again, but J is pretty special.
This morning, we were laying in bed right after the alarm went off, just not wanting to get up yet. And he said, "I am so glad we get to do this every day."
It's funny how much I appreciate our relationship...maybe because i know how bad it can be, maybe because I wasn't sure that I would ever find someone like him, maybe because I'm old enough to have figured out what really matters.
I"ve already told my daughter that she's not allowed to get married until she's at least 30.
