I had no idea it was my blog-iversary. What a nice reminder. ❤
Well, to be honest, we have a few. Anniversaries, that is. We celebrate our wedding(s), along with the date we first met, and some other significant times.
Originally, Mr. R. and I had planned a March 10 wedding in the backyard of our home out here in the boondocks west of West Palm Beach. But then, one late September morning, he surprised me by saying, “Let’s go get our marriage license today.” To which I replied, “Oh, hell yeah!” We’d been together for about six years at the time, and if the man was ready for a license, I wanted to act before he changed his mind.
Turns out, Florida has a 3-day waiting period between the time you get a marriage license and the time you can actually get married. I mean, seriously? It’s not like it’s a gun or something. Anyway, on the morning of October 2, 2011, we were married in our backyard by a dear friend of ours, a dotty little Wiccan, in the weirdest ceremony you ever saw. It was awesome!
But then, on the following March 10, we were married again, as planned, in a huge celebration and surrounded by all our friends. The whole thing was fun and relaxing and full of joy. People still talk about it.
When these anniversaries roll around, I find myself in a thoughtful mood, thankful for all I have. I was married before, you know. I can’t help but compare.
With my nightmare, I couldn’t do anything right. He criticized everything I did, everything I said, everything I wore. I even opened the kitchen cabinets wrong, y’all. I remember hearing this song at the time and longing for a man who loved me, who didn’t want to change everything about me.
It was different when I watched this today. Because I have a baby who loves me just the way that I am. He believes in me and makes me believe in myself. And it’s an amazing feeling.
I hope you have the same. It’s a blessing, I tell you. One I don’t want to take for granted. To you and yours, happy Saturday night!
I had no idea that I started Adventures in Date Night two years ago today! It’s been a blast to share our adventures, slices of south Florida life, some of our favorite music, and funny little moments along the way. I hope you’ve enjoyed it, too.
I’ve been so busy writing and promoting, with a new book coming out next week (fingers crossed), I feel like I’ve neglected this little blog. In a few days I’ll be on vacation and have more time to devote to sharing our further adventures.
Thanks for hanging in there with us for these last two years! I’ll look forward to visiting more often.
Yesterday, Mr. R. and I celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary. We enjoyed a lovely day, going out to the movies and then cocktails at one of our favorite waterfront bars.
In honor of the occasion, tonight’s Serenade is ‘our’ song. I’ve undoubtedly posted this song before but this is a really great version, a live performance from Berlin in 2010 backed by the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra. Be sure to notice the chick with the “I need to speak to your manager” haircut on backing vocals.
This is dedicated to my sweet, my husband, the yin to my yang, the peas to my carrots, the love of my life. May we enjoy forty more and then some. Happy Saturday night!
Thirty years ago today I married my nightmare. It didn’t start out that way. It’s funny, even after all these years I can’t help but notice the date. As a twenty year old bride it was the happiest day of my young life. Years later I began to think of it as the anniversary of my biggest disappointment.
Everything was wonderful. He was the guy everyone else wanted, surely I was the luckiest girl in the world. And for a while it was great. Somehow, slowly, things started to change.
They say that if you drop a frog into a pan of boiling water it will just jump out again. But if you put him into a pan of room temperature water and bring it slowly to boiling, because he’s cold-blooded he’ll sit there until he boils.
One day I looked around and realized the water was boiling. I was stuck. I had no money, no job, no car, and two school-aged boys.
It’s strange; it takes a long time to wrap your head around the word “abuse” in relation to yourself, particularly when it’s the kind that doesn’t leave bruises and broken bones. That kind is easier to define. Abuse is what happens to someone else. What is happening to you is just, well, unpleasant and unfortunate and not what you prefer. But not abuse.
Luckily, I was finally able to confide in a few trusted friends and just short of our 18th anniversary, I began to make plans to leave. But he suspected that something was different and confronted me before I could get everything organized. That night, he moved out. Which was weird, because among the things he used to say to me, he threatened to take away my kids. Turns out he didn’t want them anyway.
My divorce was final on July 2, 2004. I always note that date, too. I consider it my personal Independence Day. If you read this blog, you already know the rest of the story. A few years later I met my Happily Ever After. In the middle of my nightmare, I often wondered why I had to go through all that. On this side of it, I can see a few good things that came out of it. I’m much less judgmental and much more compassionate, realizing that I have no idea what other people are dealing with at any given time. I know what I like and what I don’t.
Besides, that broken road led me straight to my sweet. I’m eternally grateful.