“There’s not a dry eye in the house
after love’s curtain comes down
Listen and you’ll hear the sound
Hear the sound of a heart breaking”
Following on from yesterday’s blog, I have decided to do a follow up.
My life isn’t, and hasn’t been, all bad. There were moments where I have felt truly blessed to be alive, moments where I have felt so elated that even the thickest of clouds couldn’t contain me.
Most of these moments, these rays of sunshine bursting through the stormy skies, coincided with the meeting with my lovely fiance.
1996 was a very big year for me. I started to play the cello, I got into an orchestra within months and started my upwards journey into the musical domain. I had discovered something which I could do, that set me apart from my siblings and my parents. Something which made me me. There were bad moments, one in particular stands out, which could be the start of my emotional troubles, but overall, a good year.
However, between that and meeting Alan in 2004, those were the “bad years”
September 2004, I entered college. I vowed to concentrate on my music and my studies.
November 2004 saw the start of my relationship with Alan. after 23 attempts at asking me on a date, he was STILL determined to hunt me, so, I gave in. I caved and did the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t do until my studies were finished… I got a boyfriend, A soulmate, a life-partner.
And then, came his family.
They are the real meaning behind my update today. I sit here on a daily basis and read posts from people who are struggling to maintain a civil relationship with their families, and I feel for them. Having nothing to do with my own family (with the exception of the one sister who remains at mothers house) I find myself sympathising with them, BUT I have no reason to feel that way anymore.
The day I met alan’s parents is still so vivid in my mind, so strong that it will probably never wash off.
Alan and I sat upstairs playing games and talking, listening to his music when his dad walks into the room and asks me if I liked spaghetti bolognese. When I say “no that’s lovely thank you” He replied “oh ok, I was just checking that you weren’t one of those wierd vegetarians or fussy with your food” and I replied “Nah, I like meat too much for that”
Then, came his mother (who apparently I met after his aunt?.. must have made too strong an impression) who instantly said that I seemed like a nice girl and that she was happy to welcome me into their home.
His sisters asked a barrage of questions, down to my favourite colour, my pet’s names and how many boyfriends I’d had before Alan (answer: none serious enough to consider)
I consider that day, those few hours, to be the start of my new life. The start of something so big, even I could not fathom it’s importance.
It is only now, as I sit 4 and a half years later, 5 weeks before our wedding, that I can truely see the impact it has on my life.
During the planning of our wedding, I have met some fantastic people, and have had many a discussion with them about everything from dresses to flower arrangements and even our families and what, if anything they are doing to help (or hinder)
Alan’s mum and dad really are doing too much for us, they are paying for the cake, the catering, half my dress and now they’ve booked a dj. I’d just like to share a portion of one of the posts I made on the site, refering to alan’s family:
“It is so nice to feel accepted by them, and I have been since the day df introduced us. Apparently, the night I met his mum for the first time, about 2 1/2 weeks into our relationship, she said to df “I have a very good feeling that you will marry that girl”
And that was 4 1/2 years ago. His dad is probably one of the hardest people to talk to that I know. He has a very strong opinion on almost every subject you can bring up, including my liking for tattoos and piercings, and yet he is SO pleasant to me, and always has been. They all treat me as if I am part of the family, and even at the annual family gathering, ALL his cousins, aunts, uncles etc act as If I had been there all along and they have known me all their life.
Its a bit odd as even my own mother can’t act that way with me. To me, it is a HUGE thing, and I have no idea what I’ve done to earn myself such a great life and a fantastic family. It’s a strange feeling when a woman enters your life as the mother-of-your-boyfriend, and turns out to be the biggest mother figure you’ve ever had. Oh god, I’m starting to cry again, I just can’t explain it.. Sometimes I get frustrated with it all, and I get unbelieveably jealous of df sometimes, as he has the family I could never dream of, and they are so willing to accept an outsider into their midst. I am truely honoured.”
I can only hope that one day, I am able to be the same way with Naomi’s choice of partner. And with that, I leave you with a song, which I have always loved, and one that I leave as a message for my dear daughter.
I hope that regardless of the hardships that she may face, she will recover and use them to get strongerand to learn from them.
“May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for youMay you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
And may you stay forever youngForever young
Forever young
May you stay forever youngMay you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the light that’s surrounding youMay you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever youngForever young
Forever young
May you always stay forever youngMay your hands always be busy
And your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the wind of changes shiftMay your heart always be joyful
And your song may it be sung
And may you stay forever youngForever young
Forever young
May you stay forever young”