Your head’s on fire”

Those were Michael’s first words to me. He thought he was being hilarious, after all it was obviously a great opener to a redhead. I thought he was a cocky foreigner; gorgeous, but undeniably weird.

As the night wore on, we chatted intermittently but didn’t really spend much time together. The next day I confided in our mutual friend that I thought he was a bit of alright. She took it upon herself to arrange a dinner for the same group of friends.




THE DINNER

Michael and I sat next to each other, sharing little glances over small talk. Then, while we pub hopped, the group slowly became smaller as more people trailed off home. Soon it was just he and I and the hours easily passed by. At the end of the night we swapped numbers and he asked me to call him. I was like “yeah, I totally will”, all the while knowing I would wait the obligatory three-five days. The next afternoon a text came through on my phone. It was Michael asking if I’d like to meet him for a drink in a few hours.

I had butterflies as I got ready, and as I walked to meet him I felt a little shaky on my feet. It was excitement mixed with trepidation. Would he still like me in the glow of the mid-July sun?

Well, I think we all know the answer to that! From that point on we were pretty much inseparable and our relationship solidified quicker than I ever expected. Within three months we had moved in together, more so because of an opportunity that arose, and three months after that we had booked our plane tickets to Australia. The rest, as they say, is history.

UPS & DOWNS

Like any relationship we’ve had our fair share of ups and downs. Especially after everything this past year. It’s fair to say it’s left us both exhausted and struggling independently. I think part of it was that we had started to take the other for granted too. I wanted to skip to when we were old and grey and walking by the lake or having a coffee. I couldn’t focus on today because everything just felt so hard, and trivial issues in our relationship was just another thing I couldn’t cope with. I was undoubtedly pushing him away and we began lashing out at each other; being torn apart by the stress of it all instead of finding strength in one another.

But, I’m happy to report that we talked it through and verbally reconfirmed that we wanted to be together. Since then it’s been better, we’re pretty much back on track. In fact I’d go as far to say that we’re stronger.

Honestly, I think we need each other. Throughout our lives one of us has always managed to drag the other through the difficult bits. In all that time we have lived in two countries, two hemispheres and nine houses. We have created eight babies and are the proud parents of three rambunctious munchkins (plus fur baby). We’ve grown up together. We’ve seen each other at our worst and, I think, at our best.

I’m not too sure whether I believe in soulmates, but if I did, well, I know that I’ve definitely found mine.

Love,
K x




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