Today would have been my 38th wedding anniversary to my first husband. That’s right I said first. He should have been my first, and last.
He was my first true love. I had many firsts with him, the most important being my virginity. I think that’s how I knew he was the man for me. I had held out for sooo long, and yet didn’t give it a second thought after I met him.
We got married after only 6 months. We lived far apart, but both worked in Chicago. We had lunch together, and walked to the train station together, every day. We couldn’t bear to be apart. So we got married.
We were so in love. How did it go so wrong? Not going to point fingers, too late for that. About 30 years too late. I blame both our jobs, mostly. Too much time apart. That’s about all I’ll say about it. It all still hurts inside and makes me cry, even today. Especially today.
I have not spoken to him, or seen him, in 30 years. I know where he lives, but that’s about it. But I never forget this day. It was truly one of the happiest days of my life. So wherever you are, I just want to say…
Happy Anniversary to my first love.