Guinhyvar's Journal

You Sure You Wanna Go There...?

Six years ago, we made it legal. Tied the knot, jumped the broom, got hitched. Whatever you want to call it, the result remains the same; we got married.

It's gone by so fast! It doesn't seem like six years have passed- and yet, I know it has. We've been through a lot of external crap in those six years; money woes, exes, blended families... but the one thing we never suffered from was not wanting to be together. From day one, we've been solidly into each other.

We met online, of all places. Both us going through a divorce; my now ex and I had just split, his ex and him had called it quits- we were looking for a little distraction. Not so much in other people, but of the impersonal type. Delving into random chat rooms seemed just the thing. Neither one of us was looking to meet someone "new"; both of us were smarting from our respective break-ups.

We met because he liked my screen name, HauntedSage. He asked me about it. Back then, MSN chat hadn't perfected its icon info; he'd had no idea if I was a male or a female. His handle was white_chapel_jak (ten points to whoever gets that reference without Google!), and of course I had to ask him what it meant. A conversation started. Funny how our relationship blossomed from simple IM text on a screen.

It wasn't long, just a matter of weeks, before we were calling each other. This was a new thing for me; I'd never even considered talking to someone I'd never met before. The horror stories of Internet relationships gone dangerously, even fatally, awry were all over the news, and it wasn't as common as it is now for people to meet and fall in love via the 'net.

We had so much in common, it was almost too good to be true. We were both geeks from way back, loved to read, had kids, been in sucky relationships... He was so nice to me, and I reciprocated. It was like a breath of fresh air to be treated so well after my disaster of a marriage. I really liked this guy, but kept telling myself that it was "just the Internet" and that those things "never worked out". Don't get my hopes up (never mind that they were already sky-high). Don't get too involved (too late!). Don't expect too much- he could be a psycho killer or something (but he's so NICE).

And then he broached the question I'd been dreading/secretly dying for- he wanted to meet. This was not as simple as it sounds on the surface; I was in Utah, he was in California. He wanted to come out and visit. I hemmed and hawed (for about five seconds) and said YES!

Now here's the part that I don't usually mention when I tell this story- the thing was, from the start, I'd known that there was something special about us. I knew, in my heart, in my gut, that this guy and I were going to have something together. I just... knew. So when he wanted to come out to visit, I highly suspected that I would be going to back to California with him.

It didn't happen exactly like that... there were, of course, details to work out. However, he DID come to visit me, and within minutes, and I mean, minutes, we were inseparable. We just clicked together, like two pieces of a puzzle. We fit. It was electric. It was perfect.

Within days he did ask me to move in with him- me and my brood of four. He has two sons, who were, at that time, ten and fourteen. Mine were one through almost five. He liked us so much that he was willing to take on all of us.

Now, don't think that I just went all willy-nilly weak in the knees (although I did) and that's all there was to it. I DID seriously consider the offer he was making me. I DID consider that, really, I barely knew him. I DID consider that these things generally don't work out, if not end badly. The thing is, for so much of my life, I have been a jump in head first, lead with my heart kind of girl. But the ONE THING that I've always had was my gut. My instincts, and not once, not ever, have they ever led me wrong. There have been times when I've chosen to disregard my gut reaction to something, and regretted it; sometimes that happens. But the majority of the time, I listen to my gut when it reacts to something, and it works out.

So here I was, completely into this guy, he was offering me everything I ever wanted, and every part of me was telling me, take it, take it. So I did. I said yes.

I said yes.

Two weeks later I had completely packed up my house and I was off to California.

I arrived in October. One year and one month later, we got married. That was six years ago. Of course it hasn't all been completely perfect, but what in life ever is? The thing of it is this- so far, I've got my happily ever after. I'm living it right now. I love being married to this man, I love him more everyday. We are good to each other and good for each other. And I have no regrets.

Happy Anniversary, my love. May we have many, many, many more!

Peace :)

Tags: those internet things never work out

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RedRowan
Nov. 7, 2009 at 8:27 PM

Congratulations!   What a beautiful story!

I wish you many more happy years today!

Woode...
Nov. 7, 2009 at 8:37 PM

Everyone deserves what you have, Jenna. I just wish everyone could experience it... the world would be a better place.

Erika...
Nov. 7, 2009 at 9:15 PM

HauntedSage and white_chapel_jak, sittin' in a tree.   K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

He's your lobster.  :)    Happy Anniversary, nerds. 

used2...
Nov. 7, 2009 at 9:21 PM

*sigh*  I'm sitting here all goofy grinny and teary eyed. 

What a great love story!  Happy Anniversary to you both!

*smooch*

He had you at "Hello"...

Histo...
Nov. 7, 2009 at 9:51 PM

I lurv nerdy love stories. :0)

Rebec...
Nov. 7, 2009 at 10:26 PM

Jenna,

You are a beautiful person.  You deserve to have a love like this.  I am so happy you found your soul mate.  Congratulations on 6 beautiful years.   I pray that you have 60 more. 

x,

Rebecca

arthi...
Nov. 7, 2009 at 11:43 PM

What a great story! Congratulations on your "happily ever after."

clair...
Nov. 8, 2009 at 1:22 AM

Beautiful story.  Now I'm too weepy to say anything more than congratulations. 

briar...
Nov. 8, 2009 at 2:17 AM

I'm claiming those points, by saying "isn't it good YOUR Jak wasn't the greatest serial killer of all time???"

(A brief aside: BBC has a new show coming about Whitechapel. It'll cross the pond next year sometime.)

Happy anniversary, my love. Here's to many, many more!

auror...
Nov. 8, 2009 at 4:01 AM

Nerds in love. ;)  Love ya and happy anniversary!

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