When my husband I got together – it wasn’t under the most ethical of circumstances.
He was my boss.
He was in a common-law relationship of 13 years.
I was… enjoying life and male companionship.
And then one day – I wandered into the store slightly inebriated and said to him (we’d been working together a long time at that point) “Yanno what your problem is? You need someone to rock your world. When you’re ready to have your world rocked… you give me a call.”
He called me the next morning. I went over to his house and… well…
About a 6 months later, we’re living together, and the sheets we had first had sex on (that he had shared with his ex) were still being used on our bed.
He wanted to get rid of them and I objected. His reason? They were the ones he and she had shared. My reason? They were the start of our life together.
On January 19, 2012, he ended up in the hospital. It was the beginning of the end. It’s a day that is forever etched into my brain.
On January 19, 2014, I get to override the memory of what that date means. Instead of the date he went into the hospital, I will see it as the day I passed my skills test. The day I became a full fledged benchmarked skater.
It seems serendipitous that we’re retesting that day. Seems like it’s meant to be.
Little signs… that he’s still with me, watching over me…. ❤