The other day, Hubby & I hung out at one of the local coffee houses that we frequent. We’re there so much that the baristas definitely know us by now. In fact, the minute we walked into this particular cafe, the barista asked to see the scarf I had been crocheting (well over two months ago, by the way … before Dad was in the hospital) for Hubby. Wow. I guess we’re that recognizable.
While placing our drink orders, this particular barista asked me how long Hubby & I had been married. She chuckled as I turned to Hubby and said, “How long has it been?” (Yeah … I actually had to stop and think about it.) She was suprised to find out that it would be twelve years this coming August, especially because we looked so “young!” (Ah … the “curse” of being Asian American … hated it in college, but loving it now!)
She then went on to share with me that she had been married for 12 years and just recently got divorced just over a year ago. While some days she gets sad that she spent so much time of her life with him, she knows that it was for the best. But the thing that gets her down is that she seems to think that maybe marriage wasn’t in the cards for her.
Of course I disagreed. Because if there’s one thing that I am, I’m a hopeless romantic. I believe that there is definitely someone out there for everyone … it’s just a matter of when it happens. And sometimes it happens later rather than sooner.
I shared with her that Hubby was my first date ever! Of course, it was strictly “as friends” that we went to Homecoming together during my Junior year in high school. And it wasn’t until after high school that we finally started dating officially. What I told this barista, though, was that I knew even back then during Homecoming, that I was supposed to be with Hubby. I was just too freaked out at sixteen to think that this was supposed to be the guy I was going to spend the rest of my life with. And I fought tooth and nail to keep us as “just friends.” But thank goodness I came to my senses and, well … we know what happened in the end.
I feel so lucky and blessed that I was able to find the love of my life at such an early age. I know that if anything (God forbid) should happen where I would find myself single again, I would be absolutely devastated. That, and since I never knew how to work the “singles scene,” I’m sure I’d find myself very very lonely. So for those out there that have struggled or are even still struggling to find the love of their lives, I can honestly empathize with you. And I sincerely mean that.
Because to want something SO badly and not have it within your reach … well I can certainly understand that.
This is the reason why some days I feel like infertility is the “cross” I’ve been given to bear. Here I’ve been fortunate to be given my soul mate at such an early age; someone to spend the rest of my life with. In exchange, the struggle I’ve been given is the difficulty to produce my own biological child.
It’s not much, but that reasoning is something that I use to help me get through each day … each cycle … each year that Hubby & I remain childless
0 Replies to “Love & Coffee (sans Cigarettes)”
a lot of love goes a long way. I admire your strength given all you’ve been through. ~luna
I envy you (in a nice way) for having all those years with your love. It’s much easier to be a romantic once you’ve finally found the person who’s best for you.
It took me 30 years, but all the wandering and suffering just makes me appreciate all the more the amazing guy I’m with.
I can’t imagine having to go through any of what Mr. Spit and I have endured – without him. LIfe without children was hard. Life without Gabe is hard, life without my other half would be not worth living.
I’m glad you have each other, it does make these awful crosses easier to bear.
I was out of town starting Friday and have a lot of catching up to do I see! I met my husband (and started dating him) my junior year in high school (he was a senior). We are coming up on 11 years this year and have been together for 15. It is good to have each other and have all that history!
I’m glad you had such a nice visit to Chicago!