My wedding date.
I mentioned it to Sunshine last night and she thought it was rather odd that I remembered. She asked me when our anniversary was…I couldn’t answer. I wish I could adequately explain why I remembered the wedding date and not our anniversary date when I’m obviously so much happier now…but maybe there’s a reason for it.
The only thing I can think of is that my wedding date is an important one in my life and it makes sense that it would stand out over other dates. It’s weird, though…I can barely remember my parents’ birthdays yet this date sticks out in my mind?
After a bit of thought, I came to the answer that this date really was the beginning of my life. The day we got married was the day I ceased being the person I thought I was and attempted to become the person I thought my wife wanted me to be.
If I had never gotten married, I would have never been so terribly unhappy in all aspects of my life that I would have gotten separated and asked for a divorce.
If I had never gotten married, I would have never had my incredibly amazing son.
If I had never gotten married, I would have never met the TRUE love of my life…Sunshine.
So I suppose I remember today as my UNanniversary. This date holds meaning to me for different reasons, none of which have to do with what was originally supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Instead, this date holds meaning for eventually leading to the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. And for that, I’m forever grateful.