Brandon's Puppy

True Love

When people ask me how hubby and I met, they are usually pleasantly surprised by the story. We met on the bus ride to Disney for GradNite during our senior year of high school. We were hanging out in a group of about 10 people but somehow got split up from the group. We spent the most of the entire trip together. Maybe this triggered our love for Disney, I’m not sure. Anyway, at the time, he was dating his best friend’s sister, and I had a crush on his best friend. Well, they broke up a few months later, and nothing became of my crush (but we are the dearest of friends now. After all, he is my son’s Godfather!). Hubby was in a major depression over the break up. He had bought her a ring and expected to spend the rest of his life with her. At the time I was going through a break up of my own. We ended up spending a lot of time together at gatherings and outings with our friends, and surely we began to like each other. We began dating and stayed together for about five years, but things were not all sunshine and rainbows and birds chirping, so we broke up after a very big argument in the the Fall of 2000. It was very hard to do because I really did love him, and I know he loved me, but there were certain issues we couldn’t work through at the time. I still can't believe I broke up with him face to face. It might have been easier with a break up letter of some sort, but I felt I owed him more than that. Afterwards I tried to minimize contact, but that became difficult since we ran in the same circle of friends. As much as we tried for it to not be, it was usually uncomfortable, especially when he found out I was dating someone (even though it wasn’t serious). What’s meant to be will be though, and we got back together almost a year after our break up. We were married six months later.

Sometimes I look back and think that the break up made our relationship stronger. We still have some issues, but who doesn’t?! No one said relationships were perfect. They do take work and effort, and sometimes a seemingly small thing, like being wrong in a disagreement and admitting it, makes a world of difference. We still have our arguments and get on each other's nerves, but we've learned to work through that and look at the bottom line: we love each other and have built this beautiful life together. That's the important thing, not whatever we're fighting about. So we move on and move forward, hand in hand.

That’s our story. What’s yours?