Blog Do-Over, starting with: My Celiac Journey: Where It All Began---Osteoporosis
My failing marriage finally ended a couple years into my gluten free journey. Life happens. It was a difficult time, but when we're at the bottom of a hill we either settle or figure out how to climb back up. I went back to school and started setting goals for myself. I was going to (and did) finally get my education degree.
My kids and my friends eventually started to ask when I was going to start dating. "Dating?"
I didn't know how! haha It was very-----awkward. I hadn't dated in over 25 years! So I went outside my comfort zone and joined a dating site. eeek!
I went on several first dates (with no follow up.) My girlfriends teased that I was too picky. But I was NOT going to force something that didn’t feel right. I wasn't looking for a husband. I was fine on my own. I had a goal and a need to be independent. I didn't want to find someone I could lean on. I didn’t need a boyfriend. But of course, sharing my life with someone else would be nice. So I had fun dating.
I finally reached the point in my education where I had to quit my job as a teacher’s aide in order to start the 2-year Early Childhood program. My contract was about to expire on the dating website I was on, so I was going to let that go for a while 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 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---I must have been glutened, haha).
That all fell into place nicely (for a few years, anyway – until the whole state budget issues, blah blah blah – but that’s a valley and this is about a peak!).
Sept. 27, 2008,
we got married!
We made the invitations, did all the decorating (thank you to all the kids for all their help!), the flowers (which I couldn’t have done without my daughter), the cake (OK… so we made the topper a bit too big, but I’m not a cake decorator or florist), Steve's son was the D.J. – We did it all!
Not fancy, but it was good (and we kept the cost down :)
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