In 12 years I’ve been married to three men – sort of.
I mean technically, he’s the same man, but career-wise it is three very different men. I would never have guessed 18 years ago when I met this tall, fast-talking, geology/paleontology studying man child that he would someday be a police officer, but only after a stint as a lawyer. In fairness, I guarantee he didn’t predict that either.
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Would I still want to marry him knowing what he would become?
I surely didn’t date and marry him because of his career choice. However his career choice has influenced our marriage and family life.
Thirty-seven years old.
Today marks the birthday of my favorite man.
It’s hard to believe I’ve known him for nearly 18 of those years. I still remember the very first time I saw him. He was slowly pedaling away on an old, rickety stationary bike in the activity room of my freshman year residence hall. He, a community advisor, had brought his floor of residents to my hall for a program that my community advisor had organized. I don’t even remember the program, but I took notice of the tall, older looking guy on the bike.
Who knew he was actually – as he reminds everyone- 53 days younger than me?
He has always looked older than me, something that any woman who is older than her significant other will gladly accept.
So I married my college sweetheart, three men in one?!
The man I married – law student.
So he wasn’t a law student when we got married, he was an aspiring law student – he started law school six weeks after we got married.