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Brilliant_Rock
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We've got the variation on Audrey Hepburn's theme...
Met in college, started dating when I was 19 and he was 22. After a few blissful months, he graduated (1991) and went into the AF. I graduated a year early (May 1992) and moved back in with my parents, in Holland. We maintained a long-distance relationship during that whole time. In two years we'd only spent 6 months actually together in one place. He proposed in December 1992 and we were to be married in April 1993.
NOTHING was working out timing-wise. Then we had our first big fight. And THEN I realized I was marrying the right guy, but for all the wrong reasons -to get away from home, because I was sick of the long-distance thing, to do something different, because I was afraid I'd never find someone else (yeah, real low self-esteem issues, and he was my only BF ever). So I took the biggest risk of my life and broke it off to go and grow up and become my own person. I'd led a very sheltered and parentally controlled life, I didn't want to get married because it was the "safe and easy" choice, or to escape my parents. I wanted to know I was marrying this great guy because I wanted to be with him. It was a risk because I didn't know how long I'd need on my own or whether he'd wait around.
I thank God every day that he did. I spent three years traveling -lived in Paris for a year while I got my Masters, then New York for a year, DC for a year... I dated a few other guys, but nobody measured up to Eric. Finally, when I was living in DC, his Air Force commitment was up and we decided to give it another try. It was like coming home. He moved in in April, we bought a house in August, and got engaged in November. Got married the following September, me at 26 and him at 29, and we're coming up on seven years. Can't imagine anything better than the last seven years with him. We've both changed a lot over the course of our relationship and during our time apart, as have our dreams and plans, but we seem to grow into a tighter and closer fit with each passing day.
Still, I'm glad I took that time to myself. I never doubted that he was "the one" but I was able to come back to the relationship a more whole, happy, and strong person, with the knowledge that I was doing well on my own, but that I was choosing to be with him. When we first started dating, I felt like we added up to less than two people because I was so incomplete. Now, I feel like the two of us together add up to more than two individuals, that our relationship is stronger because of the hardships and sacrifices it endured. And we are still discovering new and wonderful things about each other!
Wow... sorry that was SOOOOO long!!!
Met in college, started dating when I was 19 and he was 22. After a few blissful months, he graduated (1991) and went into the AF. I graduated a year early (May 1992) and moved back in with my parents, in Holland. We maintained a long-distance relationship during that whole time. In two years we'd only spent 6 months actually together in one place. He proposed in December 1992 and we were to be married in April 1993.
NOTHING was working out timing-wise. Then we had our first big fight. And THEN I realized I was marrying the right guy, but for all the wrong reasons -to get away from home, because I was sick of the long-distance thing, to do something different, because I was afraid I'd never find someone else (yeah, real low self-esteem issues, and he was my only BF ever). So I took the biggest risk of my life and broke it off to go and grow up and become my own person. I'd led a very sheltered and parentally controlled life, I didn't want to get married because it was the "safe and easy" choice, or to escape my parents. I wanted to know I was marrying this great guy because I wanted to be with him. It was a risk because I didn't know how long I'd need on my own or whether he'd wait around.
I thank God every day that he did. I spent three years traveling -lived in Paris for a year while I got my Masters, then New York for a year, DC for a year... I dated a few other guys, but nobody measured up to Eric. Finally, when I was living in DC, his Air Force commitment was up and we decided to give it another try. It was like coming home. He moved in in April, we bought a house in August, and got engaged in November. Got married the following September, me at 26 and him at 29, and we're coming up on seven years. Can't imagine anything better than the last seven years with him. We've both changed a lot over the course of our relationship and during our time apart, as have our dreams and plans, but we seem to grow into a tighter and closer fit with each passing day.
Still, I'm glad I took that time to myself. I never doubted that he was "the one" but I was able to come back to the relationship a more whole, happy, and strong person, with the knowledge that I was doing well on my own, but that I was choosing to be with him. When we first started dating, I felt like we added up to less than two people because I was so incomplete. Now, I feel like the two of us together add up to more than two individuals, that our relationship is stronger because of the hardships and sacrifices it endured. And we are still discovering new and wonderful things about each other!
Wow... sorry that was SOOOOO long!!!