Today 8th March 2008 is my 11th wedding anniversary... or it would have been if the man I married, the man I trusted didn't turn into a cheating, lying, weak, spineless, gutless a-hole! (sorry got carried away!)
Okay that said, I didn't even realise today was THE Day until five minutes ago, when I was reading a friends blog. I was thinking how he'd done four blogs today after not having done a blog for about two weeks.
Then the date hit me like seagull poop from the sky, right in the eye ...
you know no pain but slight feeling of discomfort - today 11 years ago I got happily married and was blissfully unaware of the true identity of my husband.
Today I am older, wiser, and I was going to say bitter - but I'm not bitter - he's the one that has given up the world.
Instead I'll say Older, Wiser and Lucky to be Free to be Me!
Subconsciously I must have known because I replaced two of our wedding photo's with a painting Master 4 did at kinder, and the other I replaced with photo's I'd got enlarged of the kids....
Wonder if he'll call me and wish me a good day - I doubt it, he's already planning his next wedding date (plus it's 6:30pm).
February 2009 I'm told is the month for his next venture - hope it's an easy date for him to remember, although I think APRIL 1st would be a perfect date for his second wedding to be held.
And another trivial point - my birthday is on the 11th of the 11th.
and my first marriage went for 11 years!
Oh well I guess I'm the only one who remembered so I'll say once more for the LAST TIME (after all I'm sure I won't be married still this time next year)
" Happy Fucking Wedding Anniversary to Me!"