There are certain days where you pause and take stock of your life. You look back at the person you were then and the person you have become over time after various experiences and life changes. Yesterday was that day for me.
Ten years ago on September 9, 2003 I started dating the man who would eventually become my husband.
Hitting this milestone is making me contemplative and I’m still in shock that I have spent a decade with one person and that my first real serious relationship at eighteen developed into what we have today.
We met one week into college and dove in fast. Within a few days of meeting, we were dating. Neither of us went into it thinking it would last longer than a few months, we would go out separate ways and continue to date other people while still holding a special place for each other. As time went on though, neither of us wanted to end it. We truly loved each other.
After sophomore year of college, my husband had to leave school. His fathers cancer had returned and his family could no longer afford college and medical bills. It was hard, but we decided to do long distance. It was an hour from his home to campus but we did it. We spent almost every weekend together and tried to see each other over breaks as much as we could. It was a hard two years and we ended up taking a few breaks during that time but never wanted to fully break up.
Finally after two years I had graduated from college and L got a great job offer right by my hometown. We got an apartment together and finally got to spend all the time together that we wanted. Learning to live together was hard but, as with any living situation, we came to a arrangement that worked. After three years of living together, L proposed over a beautiful scenic view of western New York and 14 months later we were married. During our engagement we bought our first home together and settled into life in the suburbs.
After our wedding, we weren’t trying to get pregnant nor were we actively trying to prevent it either. Six weeks later I was pregnant and our amazing son was born in February of 2012.
Looking back at this history of us I am happy at where my life is now. I never imagined that I would be in a ten year relationship at 28 but nobody knows where their life ends up when they decide to go for what they want. At eighteen, I was fearless and impetuous. I went for what I wanted and thought about the consequences later. I didn’t care about cooking or laundry and staying home on a Saturday sounded torturous to me. Now, I think I have developed tremendously in my cooking and housekeeping skills and now the idea of going OUT on a Saturday night exhausts me. I’m calmer, more rational and don’t let the stupid little things get to me.
I am a grown woman and I have my husband to thank for guiding me to that in the past decade. I love my husband and our life together.