Now you may or may not know, but on the 29 August, six odd weeks ago, I married my boyfriend.  I am so pleased that I have done it.  Chad and I are officially partners in crime.

There have been a duo of recurring questions that people have asked me:

Question one (in the one hour lead up to and after the ceremony): Are you feeling / did you feel nervous? 

Question two (from about two weeks after the ceremony): Do you feel different?

So the answers to these…

In response to question one the answer is ‘no’ – I’d never felt so serene and content in my life.

The response to question two is ‘yes’ and also ‘no’ – let me explain myself – yes I do feel different, but not different different – just a more intense range of emotions than before: more secure, happier, more loved, more committed, closer, just more of a range of positve feelings that started in the first few days of meeting my (now) husband.

In the finale of my official wedding speech I talked about one of my favourite characters from one of my favourite TV shows of all time: Charlotte from Sex in the City.  I loved her character – she always believed that there was ‘The One’ and she never lost the faith, despite the disappointment, despite kissing many frogs that never morphed into the prince. 

As I mentioned in front of my friends and family (having consumed a suitable volume of bubbles) – I’ve ‘kissed’ many (many, many) frogs and had the most disastrous and toxic six and a half year relationship (that a therapist [I need a whole separate post on my belief in the power of talking to a professional] decided was with a narcissistic psychopath).  But I never lost my faith, like the fictional Charlotte, that ‘The One’ is out there.

My toast at the end of my speech was: ‘To Chad, to my amazing Chad, my The One’.

He is just that, and I am going to work really hard to make sure of it.

I am sorry that this post might come across as ‘smug married’ but I don’t apologise and I don’t care if I sound preachy. 

So many of the people I know don’t throw themselves into a relationship – they hold back, play games and quite frankly waste time.  You know if the one you are with is a keeper or a stinker who needs to be binned. 

If your partner is your best mate (who you love doing intimate stuff with) then just go for it.

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