David and me on our wedding day, June 28, 1980.
Two of my sisters are divorced and have never remarried. My sister-in-law is a widow as is my mother. That leaves my other sister, Sylvia, and me as the only ones in the family who still have husbands. It’s hard to believe, but in June, David and I will have been married 30 years!
I had always believed that marriage was forever, which is why in my life B.D. (Before David), I was hesitant to commit myself to any one man, not even cohabitating with them. Why live together when you can get married, I asked myself. What would be the point of settling down with a guy without the legal benefits of marriage? So I flitted from man to man.
Until I got pregnant and gave birth out of wedlock. That changed everything. All of a sudden, I was responsible for another human being. I went on welfare as a single mother. And started thinking of finding a husband who would want to be a father to my child. My ex-boyfriend hadn’t lifted a finger to help me during my pregnancy, and he certainly wasn’t about to marry me after my pregnancy. What a coward he was. And, he called himself a physician, a healer of the sick? What a joke! (Yes, he was a doctor.)
So, I telephoned David, a guy I had dated previously but never was serious with, and he took me to a movie. One thing led to another, and we got engaged. We married a year later. After several months, he legally adopted my daughter, who had just turned two years old, and we became a true family unit. I was 34 and he was 31.
The best decision I have made in my life was to keep my child. My second-best decision was to marry David. In terms of personality and depth of character, he is the greatest man I have ever known. Not even my father and brother come close. Besides having integrity, David is very kind and soft-hearted. He will always be there for me and our children. He has provided the stability and security I craved.
Thirty years down, thirty more to go!