When we first got married, I thought I knew what marriage was all about.
I thought marriage was easy.
And it was. We had eight years of getting used to each other and making that transition from dating to living together was not difficult at all.
And then we hitched an unwitting ride onto the Infertility Train and everything that I once thought I knew got thrown up into the air.
I lived with that sick sensation in my stomach for two years. And in those two years, I veered between hating my husband and all that pressure of being married to him entailed, and hanging on to his hand for dear life. When I loved him, I loved him madly, and deeply. But in those moments of immense anger and frustration, I entertained thoughts of running away from it all by myself and never looking back.
How I lived through the turmoil of emotions boiling within my mind and emerged unscathed, I will never know. Maybe it’s strength, maybe it’s survival instincts.
But at the end of the day, it’s always us. He pulled me back, we pulled through and on ahead.
It’s not the first time that we have hit a roadblock in our relationship. But ever since that time when we went our separate ways and somehow gravitated back to each other again, we’ve known that there isn’t anyone in the world who can get us the way we do.
We just belong together.
I can’t put a finger to it, I can’t describe it, it’s just the feeling of being right for each other and right where we should be. We are like two odd pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that just click in place.
Like I’ve always said, we may not be perfect to each other but we sure are perfect for each other.
Photo by the awesome Alywin
This post was inspired by June‘s and the other ladies’ love stories.
How did we meet, you ask? Here‘s the answer.