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The morning of my wedding day, I risked “bad luck” and let my husband to be see me before the ceremony. I was crying and on the verge of hysterics. I was questioning if I had made the right choice. I wasn’t sure and wanted to “know.” Fear of uncertainty and questions about differences in our family backgrounds nearly caused me to become a runaway bride. My husband calmly and patiently acknowledged my fears and reminded me of the myriad reasons we are a good match and assured me the differences weren’t so great as to damage the relationship, but enrich it. Now, nearly 9 years and two toddlers later, I couldn’t be happier. Sure, we get on each other’s nerves from time to time, no one’s perfect, but overall he’s the best match I could have ever made.
This experience taught me that:
There are few things in life one can know with absolute certainty. Sometimes you have to take a risk and hope for the best.
They seem silly now, but so very important back then. I grew up in Essex; my husband grew up on a sheep farm in rural Lancaster Co. My family all have academic/medical backgrounds; my husband's family doesn't value education, although my husband has a medical degree- I guess it makes him "the black sheep!" Hi father was overhead saying during the night of our rehearsal dinner that he didn't think I was "good enough" for his son (I've long since forgiven him- he is who he is). When my husband and I met, he was carrying a copy of "Crime and Punishment" by Dostoevsky and I was dressed for the gym. I assumed he was into classic literature and he assumed I was a sports enthusiast. As it turns out, he was returning the book to the library for his roommate and I'd joined the gym to meet eligible men! It's what we have in common that matters most, family, hard work, working through problems and acceptance and forgiveness.
And they're not going away, but getting worse. I've tried to communicate my fears and concerns to my fiancee, but she becomes angry and things become even worse. I wish we only had a difference in family backgrounds. Are differences are in temperament and values, which have become more obvious as time passes. Maybe it's a sign that instead of reassuring me that she screams at me and accuses me of trying to ruin her "big day." When I try to explain that this goes beyond our wedding day, that's it's about the rest of our lives, she storms out of our apartment and doesn't speak to me for days. I'm thinking I've got to break this off. Thank you for sharing an example of how doubt and fears are managed in a positive, not negative way.
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