Sunday Confessions 07

The United States of Becky


I confess:  When I met Dennis I had a boyfriend.  A boyfriend of over a year.  A boyfriend of over a year who lived with me.  And when Dennis asked me out on the first day we met, I accepted his invitation for a date without a second thought because I had totally forgotten that I had a boyfriend.  Later that day, it dawned on me that I was going to have to find something to do with said boyfriend to actually go out on my date, then realized that that's not how things work, so I had to sheepishly go back over to Dennis and say, "So, you're probably going to think I'm pretty dumb, but I kinda forgot I have a boyfriend..."

I confess:  Six weeks later, I was breaking up with that boyfriend and six weeks after that I moved to Houston to live with Dennis.  Then it only took us 10 more years to get married.  We wanted to make sure we liked each other before we made it official.

I confess:  I met Dennis when I was only 20 years old (he was 32!) and it was love at first sight.  I knew I was going to marry him before we even had our first kiss.  I've practically been with Dennis my entire adult life.  He was smart enough to let me be an immature 20-something instead of expecting me to be like a settled 30-something (even though it drove him crazy at times).  I literally would not be the person I am today without his support and encouragement.  And that's about as mushy as I'm able to be.

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