In 1984, I married my first real boyfriend. We’d gone to high school together and lived a short distance apart. His parents were avid golfers who belonged to a local country club. Vacations were family affairs with grandparents and children, even extended family. After two children and 20 years of marriage, we divorced. And I found Mark. He also had been married in 1984 to his high school sweetheart. His parents remind me of my former in-laws, both loving golf and enjoying the country club lifestyle. After 15 years of marriage and two children, they divorced.
Once I moved to Michigan, we could have met at so many different points. He bought a bunch of furniture at the store I worked. We often frequented the same places. Eventually, it was through work that I met him but through email first.
The big difference is their personalities. Mark is an introvert like me. He’s reliable, always understanding and accepting of my fears and quirks. In those ways, Mark is like me. Never does he tease me about who I am. Sometimes, I wonder if God had a plan in who I needed but I was in the wrong place. I’m just glad we’ve got it right now.