A wedding

After my divorce I told myself that I would never remarry. Eleven years later, I’ve tied the knot again.

The biggest difference is me. When my ex and I were first engaged and married, my prefrontal cortex was not fully developed. I knew before he even moved to Texas to be with me that it wasn’t going to work. But I didn’t listen. My relationship with my first husband was not horrible. I just knew that it wasn’t going to last; I would out grow him.

Now I’m a 42-year-old women. I’m barely recognizable to who I was back then.

John and I have been together for seven years and have been engaged for three of them. People have asked me if I feel differently now that we’re officially hitched. I totally do. In the best way.

Why am I adding this to my adventure blog? Well, isn’t a marriage the greatest adventure of all?

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