The Back Story

After the months of wedding planning, toiling over flowers and tule and viels and bridal gowns, sitting in the midst of half eaten wedding cake and left over chamagne it began to hit me, I'm a wife. There was no warning for the changes to come. It's the untalked about, untouchable secret that all new wives share...your not a girlfriend anymore. Now, foolish me I knew the title would change, that I'd suddently be signing with a name that wasn't my own but little did I know about all of the other changes that take place when you cross over to the realm of wifedom. The first and biggest change was that there was no turning back. As a girlfriend you always have the option of going home, stomping your feet or walking out...as a wife that's not really an option (well it is an option but one that comes with a whole hell of alot of paperwork and the title divorce') but you know what I mean, you can't just leave. You've made a major comittment and as my father said, "home is where your husband is." He told me that the first time I called home crying, my husband and I had been fighting and I was having a hardtime finding a job. Now granted, this advice comes from a man who left his wife and kids twelve years ago and now sleeps with his ex-sister-in-law, but still, there is some truth in his words. My first instinct was to call my daddy, go home and everything would be better, but when your married you can't just run home, home becomes the place you live with your husband even if you can't stand that place, you have to think of it as home you have to build yourself a home together. So throughout this year I will try to write about my expiriences, about the joys, the struggles and the changes that I wasn't prepared for.