An easy transition? Not exactly. I thought it would be. After all I was living a fairy tale, married to the man of my dreams - after waiting over 25 years for him to realize I was the one for him - and I was living in a foreign country. Well, all that was fine and good...but the fairy tale did not last.
Where to begin? Don't get me wrong. I love him with all my heart but...(yes there is a but) being married is not all it is cracked up to be! Especially if you have lived alone for over a quarter of a century!
I now must pick up after someone other than myself. I need to consider someone else in my plans. I am washing clothes two, sometimes three times more a week than I used to. (At least I have finally trained myself to check HIS pockets!) I am emptying the dishwasher more often these days. Unloading my groceries from the store are now requiring more than one trip from the car. Oh, and let's not forget that I must now check the toilet seat before I sit.
But there is the plus side to all of this also. I am very lucky to have found a man who LOVES to cook. Tho, I am not sure if it is so much that he loves to cook or if it is the fact that he thinks I don't know how to cook! And yes, I do know how to cook, the problem is I don't know how to cook Spanish. American cooking is a little "boring" for him. But I am not complaining in the least. He cooks, I clean, and we have a kitchen with a dishwasher!
And of course having someone to share things with. I talk with him at the table while I eat, rather than argue with the television. I have a sounding board that answers back with words rather than a "meow". And the body in bed with me is not clawing at me to move over, or purring loudly in my ear. Yes there are the snores but knowing who they belong to makes all the difference in the world.
Am I sorry I made this major move? Depends on which day you ask me! All in all I am not...but (there it is again) this relationship is still a work in progress. But no, I am not sorry. You only get one chance in life and I was not going to pass it up. I am with my soul mate and that makes it all worthwhile. What makes it the hardest? Simply put, different cultures. Oh, and the slight language barrier. Yes I am bilingual, he is not, but at times my words do not come out the way I want. But that is another posting.
