I was 31 one year old chubby, not very pretty, introvert and a virgin. I had a nice job, nice group of friends, lived on my own and had a nice life. My mother was scared to death of me remaining single and couldn't understand why I'm alone. She herself was trapped in loveless marriage with a gambler who couldn't do anything on his own, so I always wondered why she wanted the same life for me.
The truth is, I had a long list of things I wanted from my partner and by that time I haven't met him. I dated, but I liked living on my own and had no need for a partner if he didn't tick all my boxes. So I would go on a few dates, but things never lasted enough.
I met my husband online. I actually posted an ad on a forum much like Mumsnet. A lot of guys answered, I went out with few of them but nothing happened. He lived 260 km away from me and we met three moths after we started talking online. He came to my hometown one Saturday afternoon and the rest is history.
For me, meeting him was like finding a home I never had. Something just clicked. He was the first person in my life I was totally honest from the very start. Never once in our life together I had to pretend to be somebody else.
On our second date he made me a dinner and asked me what I want from life and I answered, truthfully: "I want a family, somebody I'll wake up with in the morning, cuddle, prepare kids for school, go to work, somebody I'll share my life in every aspect, somebody who wants that boring life with me". I was lucky he wanted the same things.
We married two years after we met, have been married for seven years. We have two beautiful kids, a boy and a girl. He is my partner in every way. While I write this he is changing a nappy and dressing our baby girl. I don't believe in soul mates, but if they exist, he is mine.