23 years ago today, I became a Mrs.
I was 19 years old and thought I knew so much. I knew so little about marriage and what it would entail. I didn't go into it with my eyes shut.... I just didn't know what to expect.
Our first years of marriage were hard. Money wise it was fine. We both were in the military and made good money and spent it all and then some. Emotionally... it was difficult for me. I had always had the worst luck with men and I guess I was waiting for the other shoe to drop....for Gary to hurt me like everyone else had. He didn't. He loved me unconditionally and that was new to me. Being raised in a family that put a lot of stake in 'what will everyone think?', it was hard to feel like I didn't need to be perfect every second of every day... I didn't want to disappoint him. I guess I didn't.
Here I am at 42 and I am happy. I am comfortable in our relationship and he still surprises me. His smile lights up my world and he can talk sense to me like no one else. He whistles beautifully and has an untold wealth of knowledge about everything. He's funny, honest and warm. Others might sometimes see him as harsh.... a man of few words and feelings. I see him as my best friend and the man I will spend the rest of my life with. He frustrates me, infuriates me, loves me, comforts me, encourages me, believes in me and together we make a perfect whole.