The Beginning




I guess the story has to begin at the beginning! If you are talking about families, the first step is, girl meets boy, girls falls in love with boy, well you get where this is going.

After a few years of friendship and then a relationship, we did the big wedding and the bigger honeymoon!  Surprise, surprise, we managed to organize a wedding and agree on the color scheme, venue, guest lists, menu, and so much more with full agreement. How did that happen?

 You may ask, has that happened again since? You will have to wait for that answer.

You begin your life with the one true love of your life, thinking you are both invincible, that together anything is possible.  The fairytale has begun, how can the prince and princess not live happily ever after? That is what you have been taught, that is what every girl has grown up with, that is what every book and movie tries to sell you.  Until real life welcomes you with open arms.

This is what I have learned: The wedding and the honeymoon, are nearly the last time that the marriage is about you and him alone.

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