you are both looking better and happier (if that is possible) now than you did way back when
As usual, Lady Lee has seen to the heart of the matter -- on that wonderful day when I married Chris, I was sick as a dog. My parents had been giving me hell for a couple of years because when I turned 25 (two years before), I told them (very respectfully, of course) that I had no intention of still living at home when I was 30 and that I was going to figure out a way to have my own place AND continue to pioneer, because of course it would be a sin if I quit pioneering just to satisfy my need for a life of my own. They both lost it -- you would've thought I was 14, not 25, and they started arguing with me about every little thing, tightening the parental screws -- and always at mealtime. Once I met Chris and started getting serious, they had new things to harangue me about. By the time I got married I couldn't eat more than a couple of bites of anything without my stomach closing up and what I did eat I threw up almost immediately. I was literally staying alive by sipping chocolate milkshakes, which I would get when I was out of the house. On the day of the wedding, I was 5'8" and 107 pounds. Considering I'm now about 135 pounds (but I'm grumbling about that -- would rather be 128), you can imagine how skinny I was.
Chris had also had his share of troubles that week. His mother and his mother's best friend (a bitch if ever there was one) were even the week of the wedding trying to get him to call it off, saying that I would always be under my mother's thumb. In fact, I was actually at our apartment moving in when that old bat came over and took Chris out of the apartment so she could again urge him to call off the wedding. Grrrrrr.
Anyway, by the time we walked down the aisle, he'd had half a bottle of Scotch and I'd had two Valium. To our credit, we knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that we were both doing the right thing in spite of the "advice" given by our families and so-called friends. I've never regretted my marriage for an instant. Now, the wedding, on the other hand . . . . if I had it to do over again, we would have eloped and sent everyone a postcard from Hawaii telling them about it.
Nina