Yes, i'm surprised too! Just when I decided to stop writing, talking and even thinking about men, one of them comes to ask me to marry him, and I SAID YES!
My first communication with my husband (let's call him Bob) was a Happy Birthday text which he sent to me 3 years ago via one of the social media apps. I glanced through his profile and the sapio-sexual in me knew that she wanted to get to know the person behind the profile. We exchanged a couple more messages and eventually he asked for my phone number. I remember the first video call we ever had, Bob just wouldn't stop talking, it was like he was in an interview with a Fortune 500 company and he needed to put all his achievements forward to get the job. When I dropped the call, my first thoughts were "Damn, that guy must love the sound of his own voice", I was uninterested in pursuing a friendship.
Fast-forward to three years later we have jumped through all the hoops and made it official.
For the longest time I had wanted to get married, safe to say it's been a life-long dream. I always dreamed of having a husband who will be a better man than my father was, a man who would be around, not just to care for me but to give his kids the opportunity of having a dad that's present (something that I never had).
It's been two months now and I dare say that marriage is not bliss, rather, i'm falling into depression, wondering if I made the right choice. They say almost all newly weds go though this phase, so here I am, hoping and wishing that it's truly a phase.
Wish us luck!
