Today is hubby and mines anniversary. We've been married 11 yrs. but, we've been together as a couple for 17yrs. As with any marriage it has been an up and down ride. We've have shared our happiest and most challenging moments.So I'm feeling a bit reflective and I think I'll share abit about our relationship, because living with me is not always easy, even if I wasn't seriously more interesting.
When I met hubby I was in a wonderful place in my life, a place I had never known before. My mental illness had, for whatever reason, taken a break and I had not had any major challenges in about 2yrs. I was done with abusive people and ready for something completely different in my life. So the person hubby meet was a strong willed independent woman who was not mentally ill, she was confident, wasn't needy and enjoyed time to herself. I still am all of those, just at times it is harder to see. We had been together for nearly 2yrs. before my illness started to come out of remission. At first it was more manic behavior, so he just thought I was very energetic and that I was tapping into my creativity. There were of course some down days, he just thought that was part of being the sensitive creative type along with being a woman.
Well surprise!!!!!!! my illness was reemerging. I had a job that provide insurance and went to see my doctor, as usual he pulled out his prescription pad and said take this blah blah blah. I told hubby that life had pranked us both......he met a well adjusted person and for me I really believed that my illness had gone away for good. I am thankful that when I told him about my struggles with mental illness he didn't run for the hills. I know that at first it was very hard for me to allow him to see me at my worst. Then he told me that his mother also struggles with a serious mental illness. He understood and I mean he really understood. Shortly after that I was fired from my job because my illness was effecting my ability to do it well. I became overwhelmed and isolated for along time as I now had no access to medical help.
On March 3rd of 2000 hubby came home, asked me what I was doing the next Weds. evening. I said "nothing, why?" he then handed me insurance papers. I looked at him and said " this isn't going to help if we aren't married" he turned the insurence application over and on the back was written Will You Marry Me ?. I laughed and cried,of course said yes. It was the most wonderful expression of love because it didn't matter to him and he wanted to make sure I could get the help I needed.
I am thankful that I am blessed with a hubby who gets it and who has stood by and held my hand even when I didn't want him to. Love you hubby, my world is so much better having you to share it with.
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