Hit or Mrs.

Marriage is a bit of a hit or miss thing, isn't it? I mean, it's just not one of those things in life that comes with a money back guarantee or a return policy. I suppose there is the big D if it really isn't working out for you, but then that does seem a bit dramatic. Unless you are Elizabeth Taylor, in which case it's quite run-of-the-mill stuff.

I got real lucky. Maybe it's too early to tell? I'm not sure, but if I measure it on a day-by-day basis, then my days are blessed and good.

Looking back, I am so content with where we are. I admit that I wasn't sure I would be this happy. There was just so much of my damn picture that you didn't fit into! For a start, I wasn't the marrying type. I wasn't looking for a relationship (ok, maybe deep down on some invisible plain buried deep in the dreams of my subconscious I wanted one, but I would rather have dug my own eyeballs out with a blunt pencil then admit that to anyone, let alone myself). We met in a non-conventional environment. I thought you were ok, but it wasn't love at first sight. You told me that after our first meeting, you called your mom and told her that there was something different about me. We met again. Still no great shakes, even though you were a seriously good kisser! Then I got a nasty cold and you called, came round with a pharmacy full of medicine, made me tea, gave me meds, and sat perfectly still for almost 2 hours whilst I slept with my head in your lap, sweaty and drooling. When I woke up, I had a butterfly thought that fluttered through my mind but never settled - I could be with someone like this.
The picture of who I thought I wanted fought back hard and strong ... we are from different religious backgrounds; you are a loner and I am gregarious; you are painfully shy and I am loud and often abrasive; you were an artisan and I am in corporate; I come from a crazy but close family and you don't have contact with yours. You have 2 kids and an ex-wife! Hell no!
But still you gently persevered. You became my one-night stand. Then one night became many nights. There was some drama, some external influences, and every 2 months I dumped your cute ass.

Then you left. You took a job at the coast, got in your truck, and just left.
A week later we got engaged.

We have been married around a year and a half.
I think the most important thing I have learned since I have been married to you is that I like you. A lot. You're a really nice, down to earth, solid guy. Sure I love you, more than I ever thought possible, but I also really like you.

It's not that I was incomplete in any way without you, it's that with you I feel my purpose fulfilled.