When my husaband I met 20 years ago I was a walking heart ache. I kept making the same poor choices time and time again. I was that fun party girl, who no one really got past the surface, or what I allowed them to see. I was not about to mess up and lose me again. Then into my life walked this man with more baggage then God has kingdoms, but I liked him. So we became friends, I learned as he did to put up with a prickly exterior and someone who was not afraid to say thingwhat was on their mind. Who did not allow to see beyound the women of steal I had made myself into. The first time he told me he loved me I told him it was a figment of his imagination he’d get over it. As time went by there were times I had to force him to live even when he thought he couldn’t I had teach him that not all women lie. I was his friend and the person he told everything to even if it hurt. I sucked up and gave advice, but some where there was a part of me falling for him. I didn’t think twice I gave this man my heart way before he even knew how I felt. Why? because he is the only  (not even my family) who tells me everthing will work out and I believe him. I knew that he was ment to be my life mate. People would ask when are you to getting married and we would laugh and he would say Dec 31 1999. As the years passed we met our problems head on together, and continued to allow our friendship to be bigger then our relation ship. Then four weeks before
new years eve 1999 he just flat out asked me to marry him and I thought it was a joke, but he kept asking and I finially said yes but if this is a joke and I tell my mother I will never forgive you. So here in lyes my story, my life became complete December 31 1999. and my life is now complete.