6 years ago, X and I went on our first date. That is, after I confirmed with my buddy CG that X had indeed asked me out on a date. I quickly impressed X with my knowledge of a decent South Indian place (that has since gone even further south, and not in a good way) and we met for a nice dinner. We've been together ever since.
The years have had their ups and downs. His mother died at an early age from diabetes early on in our relationship. His company faced some major milestones, in-fighting, and settled a multi-million ludicrous lawsuit. As evidenced by yesterday's post, I job-hopped left and right. We each bought a house separately while single. Then we got married and bought a house together. And sold the other homes. We had a baby. And then, earlier this year X was diagnosed with diabetes. It's weird to even say that he has diabetes now because he is totally controlling his blood sugar with diet and exercise.
Frankly, I've never been prouder of him. Only once, only once, did he ask "Why me?". For someone who was so conscientious of his diet, save for the occasional dessert, it was a blow that he was diagnosed. However, like usual, X faced a bad situation straight on with quiet dignity. He faithfully goes to the gym and is in the best shape of his life. I tease him that it is ironic that he actually got hotter since we got married.
I don't know what the future holds for us. We live what could be perceived by many to be a risky life, but X has always wanted to be an entrepreneur and I would never discourage him from doing what he loves to do most.
So, while I don't know what the future holds, I do know this: Life really sucks sometimes, but it's sure as hell easier knowing you can completely and wholeheartedly trust the hand that's holding yours.