- 5 years ago
- Wedding: August 2013
Briefly: So I’m a 40 year old first-time bride. In my twenties, I relished my independence. I worked and played hard, went on vacations. After about age 24 I didn’t mope about the world seemingly geared towards couples. In my 30s things continued the same except I was able to afford more expensive hobbies.
Since becoming engaged I’ve thought every day about the adjustment that comes with living with someone else, with ambitions etc. of their own, as a couple. Partnership, and all that. I’ve even worried a bit about my friends–like many, I’ve dropped off the radar a bit since Fiance and I started dating.
But yesterday at work out of the blue I had one of THOSE moments where I knew I was going to be called Missus, wife, etc….in just a little over only FOUR months. Me? With my house, tools, motorcycles, family, his family? He still “practically” lives here as opposed to completely living here.
I think it’s because his cats moved in on Saturday.
How about it, have you had that moment? I’ve been a just-me adult for a long time, the thought made me feel like a new college graduate venturing into territory that was inevitable but not a reality for me yet.