Yesterday was the 10th wedding anniversary for my husband and me. Total, we have been together for 11 years.
It’s unreal to me that I met him when I was 25 years old and now, I am getting ready to turn 36 years old in a few months. Time has absolutely flown.
My husband and I “met” via the dating app, Plenty of Fish. After conversing there, we texted and talked on Facebook briefly until I ghosted him. Several months later, I decided to text him on a whim. At that time, I was going through a rough breakup with a long-term on and off boyfriend. He was there for me through it all and we have been inseparable since.
We started officially dating in May 2015, then married on June 10, 2016. I don’t remember too much of the engagement phase because we were only engaged for a very short period of time. He officially proposed to me in front of the fridge of our first house together, which was a rental.
I wish I would have enjoyed the engagement phase more, but when you are young and in love, nothing can wait.
Since our marriage, we have had our fair share of ups and downs – losing 15+ people who attended our wedding day (two sets of grandparents, his twin brother and many others), him being diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, losing the only house we ever owned…the list goes on. When we said, “for better, for worse…”, we definitely meant it.
For our anniversary, we ate porky cheese fries from Ridgeview BBQ, a local restaurant. It is one of our absolute favorite meals. Then, we came home, played Fortnite and he went to work.
Even though today is technically Thursday, we always call it “Friday” because it’s the start of his weekend. He will work 3:30-12:00 tonight, then he’ll be off for two days. I’m looking forward to spending time together. Truthfully, though, I look forward to it every week. When he is home, I don’t feel anxious, I don’t feel “on edge” and I feel like I can actually relax. When he’s working, I feel like I either have to sleep or try to find ways to distract myself until he’s home. Thank you, anxiety.