May 20, 2016. Today is my 10th wedding anniversary.
Many years ago, I was fortunate enough to have a newspaper article written about me on my couponing skills, and my mission to help individuals less fortunate by using the deals I found. As always, there’s someone who just can’t wait to comment. Unfortunately, though, one of the comments written was personal, and I’ve never forgotten it.
Mark and I dated in high school, but we didn’t last. Mark was pretty popular with the girls, and had at least one who was stalkingly-attracted to him. It was what it was, and over time, Mark and I re-connected, and eventually got married. He was wonderful to my children, from my previous marriage, adopted them, and we were overjoyed when we welcomed our baby girl into our lives.
In the newspaper article, there was a link to my website. My ‘about me’ section shared Mark and I were high school sweethearts, and had three children. This particular person, who commented on the newspaper article, apparently had been following my husband’s life pretty closely. Assuming it was a woman, she commented that two of our children weren’t my husband’s biological children, and although Mark may have been my high school sweetheart, I certainly wasn’t his.
Ouch. That stung. It still stings.
My only assumption is that it was a previous girlfriend, or wanna be girlfriend. She obviously was no longer in the picture, and felt she needed to share her opinion with whoever would listen. I gave her multiple opportunities to contact me directly, sharing both my email, and my business phone number, but she chose to hide behind her computer.
In the big picture, it doesn’t really matter. Rationally, I recognize people who are jealous tend to talk a lot of smack.
And, she was right to be jealous.
Mark is one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met. No matter what hardships we’ve faced, he’s never left my side. When our children grate his every last nerve, and he loses his temper, he’s strong enough to step up and apologize. When our kids need air in their bike tires, money for school, or want to get ice cream cones, Mark rarely hesitates. When I need help with laundry, or cleaning up after dinner, Mark is always there. Sometimes begrudgingly, but he’s always there. When I’m frightened in the middle of a night, from a nightmare, Mark doesn’t get mad when I wake him. He holds me tight, instead. When I’m grouchy, and take it out on him, Mark always accepts my apology and tries really hard not to hold it against me. Mark works every single day, at a job he doesn’t love, because he wants to ensure we’re taken care of. Every morning, I get three kisses and an ‘I love you’ on his way out the door. And, every night, I fall asleep knowing I’m safe, and protected, and this man I’m so fortunate to have married, loves me as much as I love him.
I have only a few words for the commenter who chose to remain anonymous. Although your words hurt, high school sweetheart or not, it’s been ten years, and I’m still the one wearing the wedding rings, bitch.
Happy Anniversary, Mark. I love you.