*tell me that is the face of a girl who is just in love with the idea of being married.
I was recently asked by an acquaintance of mine how married life was going. I told them that I love being married. The acquaintance who, in my opinion, doesn't know me very well, said they think I am just in love with the idea of being married. This person asked me how I know that Hubby is the one. I was going to say when you feel complete or something along those lines which sounds to me like a cheesy movie line, so I said, when all the cheesy movie lines are true. The person asked me how I could know Hubby was the one when I hadn't been with anyone else. Like I said this person doesn't know me very well. I don't exactly know what they meant by "been with". I didn't want to ask, because I didn't want to clarify on my end. I took it as that person thinking I hadn't dated very many people.
To address the first issue I have, being accused of just being in love with the idea of being married. I told the person to read my blog because I felt like none of you would ever think that. I honestly feel like this is the only person that has ever met me that has thought this. But who knows. If you agree please let me know, I wouldn't be mad.
My parents have been married for 30 years. Around 22 I figured out that they are pretty much the smartest people I have ever met. Not only are they book smart, they read, they graduated college, and are successful. But they are smart at making relationships work. Hello! 30 years!!! I am an only child. I dated Hubby for 5 years before he proposed. I talk to my parents for hours almost every day on the phone and when I see them. Don't you think they would have said something if they thought I was getting married just because I was in love with the idea of being married? They have told me things before like they know he is in love with me because they have seen how he looks at me. They know we will be able to make it because we lived together in 600 sq ft for a couple years. And they love him. We are all one big happy family now. Any doubts now? Any questions? Email me.
The second issue, I haven't been with anyone else. I didn't start dating until 16. But guess what, that wasn't Hubby. I had a first high school boyfriend. He taught me to be a little less trusting. But he also made me feel loveable. I don't know what else you are supposed to learn from your high school boyfriend. The rest of high school I realized boys were too much drama and I spent time with my amazing friends both male and female. I learned from those who were going through drama that high school relationships were stupid! I learned from my male friends what boys thought about when they were dating.
When I got to college I already knew some people at the school. Of course freshman girls wanted to hang out with guys over 21. There was one that I kind of dated. I learned from him that if they call you at 2 am to pick them up from the bars that they aren't marrying material. I recently metioned the guys I sent back to their exs. Dated a guy that was too into drugs and went back to his ex. Dated another guy that I fell really hard for but he went back to his ex too. There was the guy that lived across the street that dated the girl who worked in our apartment complex too.
Obviously I have dated! Honestly, I have never broken up with someone. I am a loyal person. Poor original high school boyfriend still kicks himself that he cheated on me. He sees that I am loving and loyal and we might still be together. Obviously that isn't why I am still with Hubby. But it was different being with someone for a long amount of time. I am a reflective person. I asked myself if he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Every time the answer was yes. I listed 10 reasons I love him on our wedding day. So I won't do that again. Everything in my heart, my mind, my soul tells me he is the person I am met to be with. He is the future father of my children. Sorry if you have doubts. But that isn't even really my problem. I was doing you a favor writing this.