The Marriage Proposal

My third marriage started out pretty good, I guess you would call it the honeymoon phase.  Wouldn’t life be fabulous if we could live in the honeymoon phase all the time?  Could you imagine what a decrease in the divorce rate would be?

I knew my third husband way before we ever starting dating, he had dated one of my friends about 4 years prior to us becoming an”item”.  When he asked me out, I contacted my friend to asked if it would be okay with us dating.   Respecting our friendship was my first priority.  She had already moved on and was married,  she told me, ” sure, he is a good guy and I let him get away!”  So, I accepted his invitation to go on a date.  That is where it all started and we would date for five years prior to his marriage proposal.

He surprised me by taking me away for the weekend to propose.   It was the best proposal that I had received, I don’t really remember the other ones.  He had rented a room on the beach, took me to dinner, and we walked on the boardwalk along the ocean…”wait for it” there it was, down on one knee, ring box opened and he “popped” the question.  You already know the answer was “YES”.

I said “YES” blindly, there was already little red flags that I had demised.  My first clue, was when he was working second shift and had stayed out drinking afterwards.  He would come home in a drunken state, stumbling around, knocking things over accidentally.  We were young, so I just dismissed it and chopped it up to partying and having a good time.  Besides, everyone drinks and parties at that age, right?   I didn’t see the underlying problem that would be my future nightmare.   Plus, he was a hard worker, helped me out a lot, and was a good to me.  So, I proceeded with planning the wedding with my eyes closed.

Wedding Venue, Check

Wedding Dress, Check

Wedding Cake, Check

Wedding Flowers, Check

Guest List, Check

Invitations sent, Check

Food Ordered, Check

DJ booked, Check

First Dance Song Picked, Check…

Funny… I thought the song that we picked for our first dance was perfect, “When you say nothing at all” by Keith Whitley.

That should have been another red flag that I seen…but it just seemed like a perfect fit.

You’re not alone, you are loved,

The Girl that was Abandon





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