I married my first husband 30 years ago when I was aged 19.
He was a good man, a good provider and a decent dad to our son.
We are from the same city, our families have known each other for years, we have many things in common.
I was married to him for two years when I realized that I just wasn't that into him.
When I was 16, I had a pen pal from England that I wrote every week.
I was totally fascinated by him and he was so friendly. I vacationed in England when I was 17 to meet each other but we completely missed each other. Oh well. We continued to connect every week and figured that if we met, we would in time.
Once I separated and started divorce proceedings from my first husband, I got a random phone call from the English man and said that he wanted to vacation in America for 10 days and wondered if we could finally meet.
I set eyes on him and I was completely smitten.
Once my divorce was underway, we started a long-distance relationship. All in all, we only spent equivalent of 20 days together within two years. Obviously, when you only see each other 20 days (and it was before the internet), you don't really know each other. We decided that we wanted to be together so we decided the best thing to do was for me and my son was to move to England on a fiancée visa.
We decided to marry within six weeks of our arrival in England in order to comply with the requirements of a fiancée visa.
We had to make our relationship work and we did have our work cut out for us.
We had to actually live together. He had to learn to be a step-father. I had to deal with a young son with his father far away and trying to keep their relationship alive and well. We had our share of culture shock. We had to learn how to navigate every day life such as work and childcare after the wedding. We had to have discussions about whether we would have our own family and if religion would be a part of it and what language (my mother tongue is Spanish and I'm Catholic) we would use. We had to determine how often I would take my son back to see his father. I had to quickly learn about school intakes, registering my son for school. I had to also learn how to cook food that wasn't what I was used to and my new husband didn't cook. Every day was a new challenge but we muddled through.
We have lived through so much these past 24 years.
I was infatuated at first sight. I was blindly in love when I moved over. I have been furiously irritated, annoyed, angered navigating life with him. But, I am also immensely grateful for all the good that we have created and there's been so much happiness.
He has become the love of my life.