I got married on October 4, 2003.
Almost 5 years ago.
It was a candle-lit evening ceremony with a cocktail reception.
It was an extremely stressful event.
I think it was the bounty of red wine that got me through it.
The whole marriage thing was full-on stress laden, really.
I love Paul, and I have no regrets about marrying him.
It's just that marriage meant an identity change.
And a deeply unconscious shift.
And a resentment.
Around what I thought my life would be,
and for whom I was spending oodles of time and money to please.
Our marriage happened at a very stressful time.
My father-in-law was dying.
I was anorexic.
But lessons came out of it.
Ones of love.
The love that saw us through hell.
And keeps us together today.