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it's September 11 and guess what? Today is my wedding anniversary! I know, right?! 9/11. Like, 9/11 the day the twin towers fell but also the day that my husband made the biggest mistake of his life by saying "yes" when the priest asked if he wanted to marry me.
And now he's stuck and can't go back on his word otherwise, he will have proven to those hundreds of people who witnessed our love that he LIED TO GOD in his own house if he ever left my ass. So there.
In March 1999, I met my husband at a rave when we were both all wacked out on ecstacy. Strange right? If you can still find love when you're high as fuck, then it's totally meant to be.
And since I'm not allowed to show any pictures of us at raves because they've been locked in The Vault, this is something similar.
Our "engagement trip", September 2003 -- we had been dating for 5 years until his will to resist me finally broke....he proposed the day before we left for Vancouver and gave me The One Ring That Ruled Them All .
On September 11, 2004 we were married. Shit got real.
....And went to Anguilla for a 10-day honeymoon (which actually only ended up being 6 due to a family tragedy (another story for another day))
....so we decided to take a second 'make-up' honeymoon in 2006 to Italy, where we rented a car and spent 3 glorious weeks driving, and staying, in several cities in Italy.
After several years of gallivanting around, we decided to finally be grown ups so he put a bun in my oven and in 2008, I squeezed a little human out of my vagina. Kayla was born on June 25th.
and, after being together for a total of 14 years/married for 9, he's still hanging around and seems to still love me despite:
....my instant anger that seemingly comes on without warning, especially if my uterus is being an asshole.
....the incessant mocking all day, errday.
....I never fold his laundry. I just throw his stuff into a basket [he's a grown-ass man, he can do that shit himself].
....I don't pack his lunch [I ain't his mama!].
....I laugh whenever he hurts himself. When he was installing our potlights and electrocuted himself, he dropped the pliers and fell off the ladder... and I could.not.stop.laughing. He was pretty pissed about that.
....massaging my feet at night, even if he's dead tired because of my relentless begging.
....he usually says sorry even if it's not his fault because he doesn't like it when I'm angry with him.
....after reading this list, I'm a horrible wife (and person!) *sadface!*
Happy anniversary to the man who makes me laugh, gives me strength, never puts me in the corner and loves me for who I am, faults and all!