At the time I was diagnosed with celiac in September of 2000, I had been married for over 18 years (and things had been going down hill). 2 years into the gluten free life, and much increase in physical and emotional health, I found myself separated - And - by that following summer I was officially single. But that’s another story. This is about that climb back up. I met Steve in 2005. I had been on some of those dating websites for over a year(ish). At first it was ‘for my kids’. They told me, “Dad’s engaged and you haven’t even started dating!” haha I wanted to show them that I could move on. So I did something that was incredibly uncomfortable for me – but increasingly fun. And I went on many ‘first dates’ – and a few that lasted a bit longer than that. My girlfriends teased that I was too picky. But – I was NOT going to force something that didn’t feel right. I was fine on my own. I didn’t need a boyfriend. But of course, sharing my life with someone else would be nice.
I had been on course to finally finish something I started over 20 years earlier - getting my teaching certificate. My general education classes were complete and I was getting ready to start my 2 years in the Early Childhood program. I had to quit my job as a teacher’s aide – and my contract was about to expire on the dating website I was on, so I was going to let that go for a while too and just focus on school. But then I got an email from Steve. So ‘unenthusiastically’ I agreed to meet him. The chemistry wasn’t immediate, but it sure was there by the end of the date. And we’ve been together ever since (except for that time when I broke up with him – for about 4 hours, haha).
He proposed on New Year’s Eve 2006 (or actually after we rang in 2007). And of course, I said “yes” …. But…….