My high school days were those of being dateless and dance-less, with a generous sprinkling of bedroom crying and wondering why “he” didn’t like me. When “he,” the boy I’d obsessed over from my eighth grade year through my 12th grade graduation, came out to me our freshman year of college it explained a great, massive lot. I now knew why all of our trips to the movies never involved hand holding, and why, in spite of my rocking teenaged body, skinny dipping in the river never led to more than swimming. During all of those years of hoping, my mother had gently assured me time and again that he wasn’t the one. ” Be patient. You’ll know in every fiber of your being when the right one comes along,” she’d promise. I held her to that promise, even after she was no longer with me.
My college years were much better in the dating department. Many times, I consulted with the “fibers of my being” just to inquire, but none of them turned out to be the elusive “one” that I was so searching for. When my mother died during my junior year of college, my loneliness and grief made my quest for Mr. Right rather sloppy. I dated pretty boys and players ripe to take advantage of my vulnerability. In no time, I found myself pregnant and wed to Mr. Wrong. Not that Mr. Wrong was a horrible person, we just weren’t ready for all that life had to throw us in the seven years that we attempted to play house.
Two children and one divorce later, I cautiously resumed my search after some proper healing. This time, I was armed with past experience. I knew myself and what I wanted and needed. When my soul-mate entered my life I was 36 years old. I hadn’t heeded my mother’s advice of being patient, but her words of knowing he was the right one with “every fiber of my being” rang true.
My husband is hands down, balls to the walls, the best man I’ve ever known. We have our differences. He’s steak, I’m broccoli. He’s serious, I’m silly. He loves the music of the 70s and I’m a top 40s kind of girl. He’s History Channel and I’m MTV. Despite our variances, we fit together in every aspect of life that’s important. We share responsibility and fun, joy and sadness, beliefs and dreams. Each of life’s chapters that we enter, we endure and prosper hand in hand. The fibers of our beings have long ago intertwined, and he is my forever soul-mate.
This is in response to the Daily Prompt. Have you found your soul-mate, or are you still on your quest? (Don’t worry, there’s someone for everyone.)
This is what my soul-mate had to say about me!