So my wedding anniversary is this week and I want to talk about my journey with marriage this week. I told all my friends that I was going to get married when I was 80 only because I wanted someone to die with lol. I was serious too. I didn’t feel like marriage was for me. I come from a single mom who got divorced from my dad when I was seven. And trust me my mom was so bitter and negative about my dad. So why in the world would I want to be married? My dad cheated on my mom and I had plenty of that in my relationships so why in the world would I want to be married? And then I met my husband. We started out as friends. And let me tell you he was a true friend. Whenever I called he was always there. I don’t use the word friend loosely because not everyone is a friend to me. But it was like we had known each other for years. When I said that taught me how to trust and love again. He made a lot of my fears about relationships with the opposite sex go away. But I never looked at him as someone I wanted to date let alone marries. Silly me lol. See you tomorrow for the rest.