Today marks the ten year anniversary of what turned out to be something of a life changing decision. A decision which, at the time, I was advised against. My family and friends, with my best interests at heart thought I was making a big mistake. And I wasn’t sure that they were wrong.
Ten years ago today I drove to Preston to see my ex boyfriend. We had been split up for 16 months. For the majority of that time we didn’t see each other at all, exchanged nothing more than the occasional phone call or text but I was struggling to get over him. (Anyone who knows me well will tell you this is something of an understatement) After a chance meeting in a nightclub we started to talk again, to spend time with each other. This went on for a good few weeks but much as I was loving having him back in my life I knew it wasn’t going to go anywhere and all I was doing was hurting myself. That day I drove to Preston with the intention of telling him that I couldn’t do it any more. That I didn’t want to see him again and that we wouldn’t be able to stay friends as it was stopping me from moving on. Before I had chance to say any of that though he told me he wanted to give things another go.
Ten years later? He’s my husband, he’s father to my three beautiful children and he’s the best decision I ever made.
I came across this quote from a book just the other week and it says it all:
I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.