2016

Me get married? Laughable. I never dreamt of the white dress, the church wedding, and the ultimate reproducing. I’ve seen what marriage is… overrated. The carnage it leaves in its wake. The legality of getting married would be such a pain to deal with since men eventually leave or die.

I remember when we met. My defence mechanisms were already up. He came up the stairs and I thought, “Who is this idiot?” Now I know.

He is the one that understands why I keep that my stuffed bear, that an old man I don’t remember made it for me. He supported me when I sorted through my stuffed animals and didn’t judge about why it was so important to find them homes.

He thought that that old dress form was junk but was ok with me finding someone who would use it and love it. He knows that I will always have a little box of things, tucked away somewhere, that makes me cry when I look in it.

He knows I’m a mild hoarder. He’s met my birth family and saw that my mother and aunt are both mild hoarders too. They too were adopted as babies. He gets it. He considers my families his too.

He held my hand and walked me to the apartment in Vancouver two days after my grandpa died. The day the boxes came from my grandma full of 30 year old funeral notices and baby pictures of my dead dad he just was there for me.

So ya… I married him. He is patient, he is proud of me, and he loves me no matter what dysfunctions I may have. There was no white dress but there was a church. He keeps this pinecone out on display… it fell from the tree, in the courtyard, the day we were married.