Love

I fell in love and got married. If there is a theme song for how my feelings is, it would be like that Scorpion's song "You and I" you can listen to it here.

Before this marriage happened, I was ready to spend my whole life alone. I had successfully taken care of myself which resulted to me being on remission for the whole year 2020 until right now.

My health situation had improved from the blanked faces of two different specialists when asked "how long do i have left?" to an impatient-to-dismiss-me-from-consultation one because there is nothing to worry about with my blood test. I still have to do blood tests every 6 months but I do feel physically better than when I blogged here around the same time last year.

So I told the man, I wanted to be married on April 2021. He obliged.

It was a private affair but I managed to invite some relatives. Even my father and mother was there. It was really an Asian wedding where of course there are dramas during the party and gossiping from offended non invited relatives and officemates after the party. They absolutely have no awareness that they were mostly non functional in my path of life to be included in my 100pax wedding. That being said, I do feel sad that I couldn't invite many other friends, relatives, colleagues,  ex bosses and ex colleagues who really have made impact in my life.  I probably have offended the mothers of at least two best friends who had treated me like their own daughter.

But on the day of my wedding, my team of my best friends handled the event like a pro. They are mostly lawyers after all. I was in the hands of pros.

I did pulled off my ex-lawyering skill as well since I have to put in place all the mandatory papers, research and reservations. My man put in more than his equal share of money. The best friends executed the wedding on the day of the event. God did provide me a family, just not in blood.

It was the perfect wedding for me. It was exactly like how I wanted it to be. I have written all about it 11 years ago here.

All links inside that blog post are all broken by now. I did contacted the makeup artist but she is too famous for me now.

In any event, the whole spirit of that blog post is still intact. No money was wasted. We used our own money. My parents was probably happy that they only had to gave birth to me.

Now the man that I marry is the first person to have made me laughed in tears after years. I forgot to make that skill as mandatory when I first decided that I am dating to marry. I had forgotten how to laugh. I thought that was because I am older and wiser. I was wrong. Back in 2019, I was probably more looking for a partner and don't really know anything about love. But laughing with him surely was a sign that I love this man.