It is hard to believe that Nineteen years ago today (October 16th), I married my second husband in Stockholm, Sweden. At the German Church (Tyska Kyrkan in Gamla Stan)
Founded by a guild of German merchants in the 15th century, Tyska Kyrkan (The German Church) hints at Stockholm’s multicultural past and present. The building’s iconic spire is visible from all key vantage points across the water and within the Old Town itself.
That day seems so long ago, not only in time but also in how much I have changed since then. I know if I would have stayed I wouldn’t have experienced the growth I have at this point, but some other kind of growth of course, since I believe it is inevitable.
Perhaps he has changed, I can’t say because I don’t know. I can only speak for myself. I believe everything happens for a reason, I believe what happened to end our marriage, needed to happen in order for me and him to take our next steps, but separately.
It was one of the hardest relationships to walk away from, but when someone takes your life into their hands by strangling you until you pass out and the least of the damage is a broken nose, you walk, if not run!
I don’t regret anything, I wish my nose hadn’t been broken along with my heart, but I am sure it was needed in order for me to walk away. I reminisce from time to time most importantly I Thank God for the opportunity to still be alive and continue my path of learning.
On another note, the man who would be my next husband was born on the 16th of October. I find it a bit funny,