It seems like yesterday
Yesterday, Rob and I were married exactly one year, and I can’t believe that after an entire year of marriage, I still have only one picture of the both of us on my PC, and it’s not even a good one!
I can honestly say that in the 21 years that I lived before I met Rob, not one of those years ever passed as fast as the last year has. It still seems like yesterday that we first met in that small venue crowded with sweaty, long-haired people — the one time I ever dared to go to a concert alone.
It still seems like yesterday that I first went to Rob’s house and met his mother who happened to be there, and I remember how awkward it was. And it still seems like yesterday that my parents first met Rob and embraced him so entirely and unconditionally that it nearly broke my heart.
It still seems like yesterday that I insisted he meet my grandmother as soon as possible because I feared that she might not live very long, and when she died eight months later, I was so glad that I had someone with me who understood just what I was feeling, who understood that I needed to cry and then play some darts and laugh.
It still seems like yesterday that we were secretly planning our wedding and buying a car so that I could get to school in the morning from this shithole with hardly any connection with the outside world, going to city hall early in the morning (and in the pouring rain) to get married within nine minutes. (Someone call Guinness Book of Records.)
And it still seems like yesterday that we nearly gave Rob’s mother and my parents a heart attack when we told them we were married.
So much has happened in the past year, but it’s happened way too fast! This man turned my life around and I fear that it’s all happened so quickly that I might look back later and wonder what the hell happened. He gave me the calm and support I needed to stop biting my nails, to stop beating myself up over every little thing because it was OK, it’s OK to make mistakes, to go back to school and then quit, it’s OK.
I go back to school again next week, and I don’t think I would’ve been able to do it, to pick up my life again, if I didn’t have something to do it for. A wonderful husband, a nice house and a beautiful garden, and a future.