D.I.V.O.R.C.E.

I was married before.

I was 'in love' and also very pregnant. 8 months to be exact. HUGE dress and HUGE bouquet. Great. I sooooo enjoyed shredding THOSE pictures!

Fact is, at 22, my doctor at the time explained that a medical condition I had (which later proved to be a wrong) meant I would find it hard to conceive naturally. If at all. Devastating news for a girl who didn't want kids right then but one day.

It took 3 months to conceive. Doctors. What do they know. Tsk.

So, deeply religeous parents said I MUST MARRY. One uncle said that my child would be a bastard if I didn't marry. Forgiveness? I still try everyday.

So we got married. It was cheap and quick. No honeymoon. Just a new baby. 5 years later he decided to leave. It was the best thing that ever happened to me.

So. Would I marry again? If you had asked me just after my split, I would have said something along the lines of 'I would rather be dragged naked over a field of broken glass than get married again.'

I was a good housewife. I learned some valuable lessons and for that I am grateful. I learned to be tolerant but not a doormat. To laugh often. To air differences. I have grown up a lot in the paths I have travelled down.

Mr Tall has also changed my mind. He is firstly, my friend. We laugh and joke and he tickles me into incontinence. I think of him and I smile.

He taught me how to open my heart and I am not afraid to love again.