Why I'm Probably Right

I don’t think many people choose to fall in love with someone who lives on an entirely different continent than them. Or maybe they do, I dunno. But I can sure as hell tell you that I would’ve much preferred something a little less expensive and inconvenient. I mean, as much as we love spending $900 round trip to profess our love to one another I could think of about 10,592 ways to do it for less than $900, and furthermore, could think of even more things that I could use $900 for.
For example:
$900 could pay for 1.8 Xbox Ones. Although I don’t know why you’d want 1.8 of them. Or an all inclusive trip to the Bahamas. Or 3,600 gumball machine toys. Or a 3 year gym membership. Or half of a decent car. Or all of a shitty car. Or a venue for a wedding. Or… get ready for this…. 9 mother freaking years of Netflix.
Point is, normal people in normal relationships don’t have to take into account such ginormous expenses just to have the luxury of doing something as simple as hugging their partner. To agree to be in a relationship as practical as this really begs the question of how many times my mother dropped me in my developmental years. But as they say, the heart wants what the heart wants. And whoever ‘they’ are, they’re right. Even if it’s the emotional equivalent of sticking a knife in a toaster over and over again.

In a long distance relationship there always comes a time when you and your partner decide that this behavior isn’t a healthy way to carry on long term and that it’s time to explore new avenues that don’t involve knives or toasters. As exciting as it can be, two hearts can only take so much of this sort of activity. Then of course comes the realization that in this particular form of relationship, all roads lead to Rome. And in this case, Rome is marriage.

Woah, slow down now. When did we start talking marriage.

The first time I found myself in this position I was 23 turning 24 in a long distance relationship with an Englishman and marriage was the last thing on either of our minds. Though there were plenty of other people my age that had practically charged towards matrimony, I just wasn’t one of them, nor did I see myself considering such options anytime in the near future. And then this thing happens where life says “Fuck you and your plans and what you do or don’t want because THIS is the hand you’ve been dealt. KLOVEYOUBYE.”
Unfortunately long distance, money, and time took it’s toll long before marriage was a feasible option for us, and we mutually ended things. Needless to say, this was an extremely painful and difficult process.

“Wait. Then why are you writing this blog?”

So I like to think I’m an intelligent person.
But then I did this thing where I began speaking to someone who I’d known when I lived in England.
And we started Skyping. It always starts with Skyping, Mel, you idiot. And then eventually upon having an insanely inexplicable connection, we decided to re-meet in person. We convinced ourselves prior to this that this was simply just to meet and figure out what to do next. Except that then, we met, and we saw each other again, and thought, “Well, shit.”

We knew exactly was going to happen next. We knew that it was probably going to be the most difficult and impractical decision we were ever going to make, but also the most rewarding. We knew that we had already had the chance to back off before this shit hit the fan, but we hadn’t. We knew that whatever this entailed was going to be a long and grueling process, but guess what? You’re already in for the ride, suckers.
We knew.

And then, we did the unspeakable. And as of February 11th, 2014, instead of finding myself dating an Englishman, I found myself ecstatically and happily married to one. And that’s the kind of smarts that landed me writing this blog.