A few weeks into training we got to spend some time on the floor double-jacking with other call centre staff. We approached the section we were working with and I stopped in my tracks. There was this guy at the end... I turned to my friend and said "See that guy? I'm gonna marry him."
Despite the fact that I should have been allocated to someone else the stars aligned and I pulled up a chair next to him. In between calls we shared niceties. He mentioned his wife. Oh. And that he was separated, the divorce would be final quite soon. Oh really? SUCH a shame!
I walked away with no idea when or if I'd see him again, but my hopes were high.
A couple of weeks later at the Christmas party we hooked up, I moved in with him shortly after and the rest, as they say, is history.
That Christmas party was 13 years ago today. It feels like a lifetime. It feels like a minute.
I barely recognise the people we were then but I do know that while marriage, 4 children, 9 moves, 2 mortgages, heartbreak, great joy and everything in between have taken their toll on us I love that man as much today as I ever have, and I am grateful to have him in my life.
Also, I love it when I'm right.
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