Anniversaries: When words aren’t enough

Ten years ago I moved across the country because of a guy. Not only did I met him on the Internet at a time when that was still a little strange, I met him in an online game. I changed my life completely. I think sometimes I forget that I have that kind of strength. I picked up everything in the state of Pennsylvania and we moved it all to Texas. Seven years ago I married that guy. I asked him, for the record. Not everyone knows that. It was the same day we had one of the worst fights in our life. We apologized and then I asked him to marry me. (Not many people know that!)

It’s been quite a trip, rollercoaster, experience, journey… pick your word. We put up with each others shit on a daily basis. We support each other. He is my best friend, my best buddy. The word husband just isn’t enough. Five years ago we bought a house. Even now I look around this house and I’m amazed ‘They gave us a house.’ (If only it didn’t come with a mortgage too.) That was another step in the journey. Another experience. Another milestone. Over the years our support for each other has deepened, grown. It’s complex and simple all at the same time. I need him now in ways I never imagined would happen because of my multiple diseases. He supports me more ways than I support him. But know one is counting. We are a team and we’ve learned how much stronger we are as a team. We laugh. We argue. We apologize. We talk about money. Sometimes we even agree on the money too. We tease the cats. We do silly things like go to Toys R Us and buy each other toys. We’re boring. We’re weird. We’re normal. We’re happy.

When I stop and consider that I’ve been living with this man for almost a third of my life, I’m amazed. It doesn’t feel like it’s been a decade. Shorter. It feels shorter. (Hah! Not what you thought I was going to say?) In that decade, we’ve grown and matured as individuals, and in our marriage. I don’t know where I’d be without this man that I love so much and I’m happier than I can explain in words that the choices we made in our lives led us to meet us each so many years ago.

Author: Histamine Queen

Nerd, wife, knitter, writer, cat mom, and comic book reader w/masters of science in Applied Sociology.

I have histamine intolerance, lots of food allergies and sensitivities – including gluten. And I have multiple sclerosis fibromyalgia, asthma, drug allergies, and migraines. Basically, I have a collection of invisible chronic health problems. I don’t just survive these things, but sometimes I do hate them because I see doctors so often that keeping healthy and staying full time employed is currently impossible.