Posts tagged relationships

Over the course of the last few months I have made a number of new acquaintances, friends and people that I have reconnected with that have really inspired me. Past uni folk, people that I have met up with through Twitter engagement and through work. These people are smart, kind and thoughtful. Great stuff.

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.

Just back from a lovely weekend in Shropshire (which is on the English-Welsh borders – embarrassingly I thought that the county was north of London – dahh). Anyhow, I now know where Shropshire is located and can confirm that is a charming county and well worth a visit.

We were at the wedding of our friends Ali and Emily. I really do love a wedding – I am after all a hopeless romantic and thrive on being surrounded by positive emotion. I delight in hearing people say heartfelt things about each other.

They are a gorgeous couple, deliriously happy and properly in love with each other. I did have a minor inner panic when Emily was more than half an hour late for the church service, and at one point Ali walked outside. Basically no drama on this front at all: Ali just needed the loo and Emily was making sure she looked gorgeous. She didn’t disappoint. She is a very beautiful and talented young lady and she actually made her own dress which was amazing.

Emily and Ali are actors / work in the world of theatre, so as a result they have a very flamboyant group of friends from the creative arts. The speeches were absolutely ace (particularly Ali’s friends who were toastmaster and best man) – very entertaining and definitely the best I have ever heard at a wedding.

Ali’s speech was lovely – his emotions broke at the end of his speech as he told us how lucky he was that Emily was his wife. My adrenal gland gave me a little spurt of adrenaline and he had a wee moment of controlled tears welling in my eyes – fabulous!

They worked so hard to make the day perfect: and it absolutely was…