I did get married last June 20, 2020. The husband chose the date even before the pandemic and since we were allowed to do so, it pushed through. I married late by most people’s standards and to someone younger than me (just a couple of years, though).
We are not your traditional people so I wore a pink wedding gown, did not have any bridesmaids or a hen night and hardly any friends invited. I come from a big family so with the 50 people guest list, about three quarters of them were my relations.
It was a simple wedding, a Christian ceremony that probably lasted less than half an hour. I remember having chosen a good selection of food, but I can only recall eating a few bites of the Asian noodles, roast beef and the wedding cake. Looking back, I realize this is how getting married is supposed to. I would have enjoyed spending just 10 minutes in peace partaking of the wedding feast but it wasn’t to be. Ugh. Like once all the guests have left and remnants of the wedding packed up, we ordered pizza and ate leftover rice and roast pig.
Nevertheless, I have been married for 7 months now. I haven’t had a proper honeymoon yet and we still don’t have our own house. Still we are getting by, happy most days, bickering on some. The only changes are that I now sleep in a smaller bed with someone else, have to cook breakfast almost daily and finally can have legal s*x. Haha!
The husband and I have a relaxed relationship and I am hoping we will be together for a very long time. Of course, praying for a baby is natural but let’s just be realistic here. I have always been scared of failing at marriage that is why I was always commitment-phobic. It was all right to have a boyfriend because you could easily break up but when you are legally bound, it can be a bit tricky just leaving in the middle of a fight. I didn’t title it forever because some cynics often say there is no such thing as forever. For always seems good enough, right?
Mole on my Foot 