My husband & I have been married for 4 years. He’s my best friend and the best First Mate a Captain could hope to have. I’m so lucky to have met him.
Reflecting on these last 4 years I’ve come to some conclusions: if we can survive a baby and hammering out a financial plan, then we can survive just about anything. I’m not really sure what to write. How many times can you say via the internet, “I Love You!”? But, I do get asked a few questions about my relationship by my friends, so I’ll re-answer them here~ While both of us had reached a place where we thought we’d like to meet someone and get married, neither of us got married just to get married. We were really choosy. We share so many interests it’s ridiculous and by the 2nd date both knew the other was, “the One.” We’re both old school sci-fi/fantasy/comic geeks as well as rabid bibliophiles. I often joke that he married me for my books. We’re also both progressive people, dedicated to freedom and equality. My Grandmother championed civil rights from her childhood on, so I guess it’s in my blood. However, our approach to situations is different. I’m the Scully to his Mulder and the penny pincher to his spendthrift. But as our relationship continues, he’s encouraged me to be more indulgent, and I’ve encouraged him to be more responsible. His hard work and compassion makes me incredibly proud.
Now, please enjoy a coked up Bryan Ferry singing about doomed love. Why? Because doomed love is the best love. We’re all going to die one day, so technically all love is doomed. Time is fleeting. Don’t waste it being scared.