I have a revelation to make.
My husband was not my first boyfriend. Oh well – that is not surprising, I know. In fact it is as ordinary as ordinary and normal as normal – at least – based on today’s standards.
However, our case was quite different. I was currently engaged when he wooed me. My boyfriend and me that time were on a cool off period – sort of testing how the physical and geographical separation would affect our relationship.
Then I met my future husband. It was a whirlwind courtship we had. And up until now, I can’t understand what power he cast on me that made me say yes to him and break off with my then boyfriend. We met in July 1980, got engaged in November, married in civil rites in December of the same year and wed in church in March of 1981. I was literally swept off my feet and before I knew it – I was living in a new world.
Soon, the kids started coming. We got busy and both our time was completely devoted to our growing family. We had no time to regret. No time to reflect. No time even to think of personal pleasures. True, there were many instances we had fights and threatened separations. But we loved our children so and neither he nor I could bear the thought of breaking our family and consequently breaking our children’s hearts.
It’s been twenty six years. Lately, I often find my husband in a reflective mood. Sometimes he asks me questions he never asked before. And one of these is: “Do you love me?”
Do I love him?
I admit, dumping my boyfriend did not come easy. After all, we had three full years of relationship behind us. But I believed it was all God’s will. God knew that my future with my boyfriend was uncertain so He gave me the one really meant for me.
But do I love him?
“Do you love me?” he insists to know.
For my answer, click here.
To my husband: I hope this issue will now rest in peace.