when his drill sergeant told him that since we were both in the service but he was assigned a different job than i and a different location than i that he better marry me or else we would probably never see each other again?
damn. pretty lame. plus he even wrote that in the letter. yeah. the letter. then over our first phone call in a few months (several weeks after said letter) it was "so we gettin hitched or something? i have leave in three weeks."
my husband, the romantic.
ah well. it all worked out. i dont think i knew, it just happened and i said "aw, what the hell..." but very lovingly. make sure its very lovingly...
Well, I know I wanted to after about 5 dates. I decided I would because: a) we could be little-kid silly together, and that's important to me, b) we were both very clear about what we wanted and would put up with and what we wouldn't, and we agreed on the important points of those things and c) We complemented each other well, meaning that he has many strengths in the places I have weaknesses and vice versa.
I hate to admit it, but I think I realized mine when he could finish my sentences without being intrusive and would be happy to see me no matter what. It's a bunch of little personal things, nothing real definable.
after about five years, and having a child together, and living together for most of that time, after having been through hell and back together, with him by my side the entire way, after almost losing my life with him there to pull me through, after all of that, i thought, sure, why not?
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when his drill sergeant told him that since we were both in the service but he was assigned a different job than i and a different location than i that he better marry me or else we would probably never see each other again?
damn. pretty lame. plus he even wrote that in the letter. yeah. the letter. then over our first phone call in a few months (several weeks after said letter) it was "so we gettin hitched or something? i have leave in three weeks."
my husband, the romantic.
ah well. it all worked out. i dont think i knew, it just happened and i said "aw, what the hell..." but very lovingly. make sure its very lovingly...
boy, im giving crappy advice today, arent i...
I voted for the middle one. I was wrong.
Well, I know I wanted to after about 5 dates. I decided I would because: a) we could be little-kid silly together, and that's important to me, b) we were both very clear about what we wanted and would put up with and what we wouldn't, and we agreed on the important points of those things and c) We complemented each other well, meaning that he has many strengths in the places I have weaknesses and vice versa.
I hate to admit it, but I think I realized mine when he could finish my sentences without being intrusive and would be happy to see me no matter what. It's a bunch of little personal things, nothing real definable.
after about five years, and having a child together, and living together for most of that time, after having been through hell and back together, with him by my side the entire way, after almost losing my life with him there to pull me through, after all of that, i thought, sure, why not?