It’s hard to believe that Mike and I have been together, officially and exclusively, seven years today! Our history goes back a year or two before that, but it was seven years ago that I decided to make a commitment to our relationship. I say, “I decided” because up until that point my cavalier, playing-the-field, fickle behavior kept me from realizing that Mike was the guy for me. From what he’s told me, Mike was pretty sure I was the one pretty early on, meanwhile I remained oblivious.
Before I relinquished my singleton lifestyle, Mike and I “experimented” in dating twice. Both times ended in me heartlessly breaking it off. The first time, I did’t even realized he thought we were dating… I went off to fool around with the art counsellor at the camp I lifeguarded at for the summer, and then proceeded to tell him about it, much to his surprise. The second time, I was seeing him and another guy at the same time (both of them knew about other), and I dumped him for the other guy. Then, I couldn’t understand why he gave me “THE STARE” pretending not to see me during apartment registration. Man, I was such a cold and awful bitch! Frankly, it’s a wonder he even agreed to talk to me after my dreadful behavior, but I’m glad he did! Lord knows, his friends hated my guts for a while — rightfully so.
Now that we’re married, I suppose we’ll have to give up this old anniversary, but given our history, I think it’s still a very important day. I’m just so grateful every day to be able to share my life with my best friend — someone who gives me so much support, and puts up with all my crazy quirks. Definitely the stable one in this partnership.
I Love you, Mike. Happy (sort-of) Anniversary!
