This will be my last post today, cause I have to get ready for Church.
DH and I started dating about 13 years ago. Everything seemed “perfect” we had similar personalities, similar background. We got along greatly, I met his family he met mine everything was “hunky dory” until…one day he announces, “I don’t think this is working, I think we should have a break”
Well that hit me like a load of bricks, “A break, what do you mean a break…” Well we had a hiatus for about 3 months, where I was miserable…misearable, all I would do is cry. I didn’t date anyone else because I knew if I didn’t marry him, I couldn’t marry anyone else. (I’m Italian, very emotional)
We even had a long talk, where we discuss our feelings, and I told him all that I felt. He, now tells me, that at that conversation, he knew I was the woman that he would marry, but he didn’t feel ready or worthy to make that leap.
So after 3 months, we tried again, only to have another volaitile break-up, this time with me getting angry, and claiming to not want to see him again. I still didn’t date anyone, even though various people had someone they thought I should meet.
Finally, we started to interect as friends, we then started dating again… and finally he proposed. We’ve been married over 10 years, and have gone from nominally Catholic, to a pretty good Catholic couple, although there is always room to improve. We have had ups and downs. But, through the Grace of God, we are still together and we love each other in a much better way now than before.
So, hope you enjoy the soap opera which was my life.