Today is my unniversary. That is, it is the anniversary of the day I first got married – but seeing as we have been divorced for year, it isn’t really an anniversary.
However, it is NINETEEN YEARS since the day I first got married, and this in itself is something worth noting, as that means it is literally half my lifetime ago (yes, i really am that old).
When I think of my first 19 years, the last 19 seem to have dragged by in comparison. or maybe it’s just that so much has happened – after all, I’ve spent 11 of them as a mother, which isn’t exactly easy going. I have got married twice and divorced twice, and spent longer with The Man than I spent with either of my husbands. Oh yes, and I actually properly love him an’ all – although I try not to admit that to his face.
I have had my annoying cat for OVER half my life. actually, the post I linked there is one of the most read on my blog for some reason. people keep searching on ‘London cat lady’ which worries me. and I love that photo of her
In another 19 years I’ll be 57 and that seems REALLY old – although younger than my parents are, and that doesn’t particularly seem to be that old – considering they’re so childish.
I’m not sure whether it’s just because of my ongoing insomnia, but I am feeling a lot older than I am at the moment. I don’t like that – I like feeling younger than my years. I think I just need a few good night’s sleep and then I’ll be fine! Or (more likely) I need a holiday, which I haven’t had for a LONG time. I even tried looking for a holiday for the three of us next summer, and gave up because looking for a holiday was stressing me out!
Anyway – 19 years ago today, I got married. I had a proper meringue dress and a Zandra Rhodes headdress and a blue garter and a gorgeous bridesmaid and a beautiful 1932 Daimler and I sat on my bed before I left my parent’s house and asked God to forgive me for what I was about to do as I knew it was terribly wrong.
He was (and still is) a lovely guy…but he was always just too , I dunno, ‘straight’ for me. Quite proper. Good stock and all that, nice bloke, intelligent, absolutely gorgeous looking but very very ‘straight’. I was a bit too naughty and rebellious for him. Something had to give. He ironed his socks FFS!
I ended up with him because I was running away. But that is another story.
Today, I will ponder over half my life. And then hopefully I will sleep!