Today 12 years ago, I got married to a kind and funny soul.
We met on Friendster - an online avenue to stay in touch with friends.
Eventually, Friendster shut down and replaced by a gaming site.
But I am glad to say we are still going strong. =)
The first 3 years were chaotic.
A blurry period of hospital visits.
Blood extraction, TVS ultrasounds, daily intake of fertility medicines.
A few months of HGC injections every other day.
All of which were unsuccessful.
Nights crying to sleep, even crying when I saw babies anywhere.
One day, I had enough.
It was draining our savings.
Taking a huge toll on my sanity.
D agreed and to date that is the best decision we made.
We might not be parents but we have each other.
So for me, that is a big bonus.
You see, if you asked me at 26 years old.
Or even when I was 34 years old.
The last thing I wanted was to be tied down by marriage and kids.
Now 12 years later, I am now married.
Without kids, but life is good.
I have supportive parents.
A generous sister.
A roof over our heads.
Food to eat.
Luxuries to boost.
So I am thankful and blessed.
I do have one item on my wish list.
Our own house.
But for now, it remains a dream.
Today, it is a stormy day.
And we still have a pandemic to deal with.
But we can weather any dark clouds.
With.
More prayers.
More saving.
One day, some day.
A tiny house to call our own.
No more pandemic.
No more storms.
Until then, I remain grateful.
Content.
Blessed.
Amen.