Random Stories Of Arranged Marriages (20 items)

• (#1) Their Parents Gave Them A Choice

  From Redditor /u/anonanswer090:

  I am a girl living in a western county and this is how my arranged marriage went. After I had finished school, my parents approached me and asked if I was ready to marry. I disagreed and so they left it (I was 18 - almost 19). When I was 21, I was approached by my parents again asking me if I was ready, this time I said yes. Then slowly people were asking my parents about me -friends of parents and others from our community. My parents were obviously telling me who was asking about me and if I wanted to arrange a meeting with said person. I rejected two without a meeting because from what I heard I wasn't interested.

  The third I said yes to. He and his family came to our house and sat and talked with my family over lunch, I, however, wasn't in the same room as them as I felt too awkward. After a while, I was sat in another room and my mum told me we should talk (me and him) so I agreed. I wanted to know more about him. They left us together and we spoke for quite a while, asked loads of questions regarding character and the future, etc.

  After about a week or so, he proposed through family members. I wasn't sure, so I didn't give a reply for about three weeks... when I did it was a yes. We were engaged for a year and are now married. We're like any other couple now - we're completely happy with each other. And we're scarily really compatible in the things we both like or don't like and agree or disagree with. As with any relationship, we do argue but I can honestly only think of two times we've really actually argued otherwise we mostly have jokey fights.
• (#2) Theirs Has Lasted 20 Years

  From Redditor /u/city-of-stars:

  So my marriage was arranged. I'll give a brief rundown of my "courtship."

  First met my wife-to-be in Chandigarh, India. My grandfather and her father were both in the army and had been posted there, so our respective families had a get-together. This was right after I had graduated college (she was still in high school). I don't remember much, we both said "hi" to each other but that's about it. Around this time our families started the "process," for lack of a better term.

  Soon after, I moved to the United States to get my master's degree in computer science. I studied in the States for two years, and upon graduation, I accepted a job offer at Intel. I worked there for a few years and would visit India often. By now my wife-to-be was studying at Indraprastha College for Women at the University of Delhi.

  After working at Intel for a while, I moved to a better-paying position at IBM. At this time, my family and her family broached the idea of us getting married. By this point, I barely remembered my wife-to-be, having only met her that one time several years ago. We met in India, and at that point, we started "dating." She had graduated from the University of Delhi and was planning to apply to a PhD program.

  After a year of dating (that's essentially what it was), we got married in Telangana (both of us were Andhras). We knew each other relatively well at this point. Soon afterward, she joined me in the States, having been accepted into a PhD program. I continued to work for the next few years before we had our first child.

  We've been married for close to 20 years. Both of us are very happy in our marriage. Obviously, nothing is 100% perfect, we argue from time to time like any other couple. But she's been a supportive, wonderful companion for all of those years and I like to think I've been the same.
• (#3) Says Their Parents' Marriage Is Complicated

  From Redditor /u/craniocaudal:

  I'm of full Indian origin (but living in the UK). My parents got together through an arranged marriage. The whole process would have taken place in the late '80s, I guess.

  Basically, their respective families already kind of knew each other through the grapevine, and so, once my parents reached marriage age, a meeting was set up. In this meeting, baseline personal compatibility was established as well as an appraisal of each person's job prospects/family wealth and status. With those boxes checked, the wheels started turning and my parents slowly got closer together. They'd see each other several times over the coming year or two (writing love letters, too!) and finally an engagement was set.

  25 or so years later, they're still married. Are they happy? Honestly, yes and no. They still enjoy each other's company but they've sadly nevertheless become two very different people. Also they are prone to arguing (especially my father, who is quite hot-blooded). That's not to say it wouldn't have happened in a regular "love marriage" but that's just how things have turned out here. 
• (#4) Their Mother Endured A Lot For Arranged Marriages

  From Redditor /u/night-wing-politics:

  My mother came from rural India, and by the West's standards was fairly poor. During the '50s, '60s, and '70s, Britain was actively transporting people from the Commonwealth to boost England's economy and revitalize population numbers from the impact of WWII. After a while, Britain reduced immigration numbers, but they didn't account for each immigrant family to be a kind of anchor to bring more family members from their birth countries.

  Notably, in South Asian cultures, parents were eager to send their kids to places like North America and the UK to give them better life prospects.

  At age 17, my mum's parents told her that her brother who already lived in England had found my mum a husband, and preparations started to send her to England the following year.

  The groom was a well-respected businessman from a respected family who had... links with our family.

  However, sometime before the wedding, my mum's brother had a huge falling out with the prospective husband. The wedding was called off and my mum never even met this man. And she got to stay with her family for a few more years. This, I'm sure, relieved my mum to no end.

  A few years later, they found my mum a new groom. He came to India. They married, and in the early '80s, mum was taken from her family to live with strange new people, in a strange new country without even knowing the language, at just age 20. I can't even begin to imagine how terrifying that must have been for her.

  My father had a less well-off family than the first groom, but his father and the rest of his family were extremely respected elders of the community. They came from the Carpenter Caste and were revered for the way [they] built up their trade and life in India, Kenya (until the government blamed all Indians for the economy), and now England.

  Except, my dad was a c*nt. He was an abusive alcoholic and treated my mum like his personal slave. In my dad's eyes, she was just someone her parents bunged him with to act like his mother. I can go on about [how] horrible he was to my mum, brother, and I, but I'll leave it or else I'll be here for a while.

  In the '80s my mum had a few miscarriages, which I can only assume is from exhaustion, stress and having such a bad life in general. Until she gave birth to me and my brother in the '90s. My father was completely unloving, cold, and distant to us. He was constantly angry, and I'm sure since my childhood, he's resented his kids.

  My parents have been married now for over 30 years and I'm sure they hate each other. They hardly speak, my mum is the sole wage-earner, and my dad just stays at home getting drunk complaining how every one in life has trod on him. Doing all this while his wife cooks, cleans, and basically keeps him alive.

  Arranged marriages can be good, and loads of people in my family and even my generation have had them. The parents basically act as a matchmaker and organize dates for their children with desirable matches. But ultimately, the choice is up to the kids.

  But in some cases, the marriage is forced and you get sh*tty relationships like my parents.
• (#5) They Had Arranged Dates For A Month Before Getting Engaged

  From Redditor /u/Yserbius:

  In Orthodox Judaism, there's no casual dating, no girlfriends or boyfriends. Dates are arranged by family/friends with the explicit purpose of checking each other out to see if they are viable marriage partners without any physical contact. They date for one to three months, then the guy is expected to propose. It varies from family-to-family, but there are some people who are expected to decide after only a date or three. I am not sure if there are still fully arranged marriages since Jewish law explicitly forbids it, but I do know that back in Europe many families would arrange for the bride and groom to meet once on the day of the wedding to get around the restriction. Leaders of communities where this was commonplace forbade this practice in modern times, but it's possible that some still practice it.

  Pretty much every religious Jew I know (and myself) have gone through this process, called "shidduchim." 95% of couples I know are very happily married. There are some divorces, but it's really far below the national average (even for people in their first marriage). I even know of a few who did the whole "one date and engaged" thing and they all seem pretty happy with their choices. I dated for about a month (I think we got together around 10 times and talked on the phone maybe another four or five times) and had a three-month engagement. We've been married nearly a decade and wouldn't change a thing about it.
• (#6) This Mother Went Through Two Arranged Marriages

  From Redditor /u/dkasbux:

  My mom was in two arranged marriages.

  First one, the guy pretty much used her for citizenship and sex. She got pregnant. He went upstate to his sister's place and didn't come back for a while. My mom went after him and asked what he wanted and what was going to become of their marriage. They divorced. She [terminated the pregnancy]. She told me he was abnormally close to his sister. Maybe biased...

  The second time my mom really tried to make it work. 20-ish years later and two kids later, my parents had a nasty divorce. My dad was and still is somewhat of an alcoholic. Rehab on several occasions. Cheated. Done drugs occasionally. Possibly sexually abusive, my mother is pretty conservative and didn't want to divulge more. Emotionally and physically abusive and manipulative. My mom and dad really tried to make it work, but some people aren't made to get along. My parents are those people.

  It's not for everyone. There are bad endings. My parents are unfortunately that example.
• (#7) Their Parents' Marriage Made Them Against Arranged Marriages

  From Redditor /u/tmpanony:

  My parents and at least one of my aunts from my mother's side were in arranged marriages. The aunt was married to my father's cousin. Both are divorced now. My home was a hellhole that I hated coming back to after school.

  Note: My grandparents were the ones that arranged the marriage. My mother had very little say in the matter.

  My mother was younger than my father, so she was submissive. My father took advantage of it and verbally abused her whenever he felt like it. There wasn't any physical abuse because he knew enough to not cross that line with her. My siblings and I, however, were fair game. I know that I was a brat as a kid, but when you hit your kid for every mistake, there's something wrong with you. I ended up becoming physically abusive towards my siblings. He cheated on my mother frequently and with little regard for any consequences. It happened so often that all my father's and mother's relatives know about it. From my mother being constantly sad to the chaos that happens whenever my father was home, I didn't enjoy my childhood in that house.

  My mother finally decided to kick him out after he secretly took all their money (shared bank account) on a trip to Southeast Asia (he called [and] told us after he arrived there). A nasty divorce followed soon after. Now, they both try their best to not talk or be around one another. Unsurprisingly, pretty much the same thing happened with my aunt.

  I personally hate the idea of arranged marriages where either the bride or groom has very little participation in the selection process.
• (#8) They Went From A Serious Relationship Into An Arranged Marriage

  From Redditor /u/AK840:

  I have been married for five years now. We are very happy and have a two-and-a-half-year-old daughter. I was recovering from a breakup after a serious relationship when my parents sort of forced me into meeting my now-wife.

  We met and chatted for a few hours and then spoke maybe a couple of times on the phone before we agreed to get married. At that time, I had a lot of doubts about this working out, but we seem to be very compatible in many ways, more so than in any of the relationships I'd had.

  I think arranged marriages can work as long as both partners give it time, and are willing to look past the small things, but then, I guess that's true for any marriage.
• (#9) They Believe Their Arranged Marriage Helped Them

  From Redditor /u/Drdontlittle:

  I am 27, my wife is 26 - we are both doctors and we had an arranged marriage. I may be biased but I think at least for me this has worked out better. I had many social issues and a really low self-worth. I got matched to a really lively girl. I panicked when it started and I nearly ended the engagement because I thought we were so different how could this ever work.

  What I was not expecting was how much I would fall in love with her. She awakened my sleeping lively side. She brings joy and fun to my life to the extent that I get depressed if I don't see her face in the morning. I love her totally. If I had been left to my own devices, I would never have thought myself good enough for her. Now our life is looking up as I just got a residency and I tend to think that is due to the luck brought to me by her. My arranged marriage freaked me out a bit in the beginning; now she is my life.
• (#10) They Arranged Their Own Marriage By Pretending To Be Their Fathers

  From Redditor /u/extremely_apathetic:

  I'm American-born but balanced that line between Indian and American. For American boys, I was too Indian. For Indian boys, I was too American. Never officially dated and studied a lot. Went through countless meetings with boys from Indian matrimonial sites and never clicked with anyone. As I reached my 30s, the pressure started to mount.

  I had pretty much given up on finding someone and had grown content with my work and small group of friends. My father sent me a random profile and said he wanted me to look at it. I was not at all interested. So, I pretended to be my dad and emailed his dad. His dad (who ended up being him) responded to my dad (me) that we should talk.

  So, I send an email to the guy and wait to hear back. A month goes by and I'm like okay, f*ck you then. Then I get an email on the first of the year in 2010. It's him. He wanted to start the year off with me. We talk on email for a bit. Then [by] phone. Visit in February. Married in March. We have a six-year-old son, and he and my husband are my world. So, quasi arranged. I'm so grateful to my father for finding this man for me.
• (#11) Their Parents Are Great, But It's Not The Relationship They Want For Themselves

  From Redditor /u/lexcorp_shill:

  Pretty much everyone in my family had an arranged marriage, so I have a lot of stories, ranging from really happy to very terrifying. I guess I can talk about my parents to start with and will answer other questions if people have any. This is India, for context, and I am not going to be any more specific, and some details are fuzzed. They were married in the '70s.

  My grandfather spent a fair amount of time looking for women slightly younger than my dad. My dad was in his late 20s and had been working for over 10 years at this point (including dropping out of college) since it was a big family he had to support. My mom had grown up in a small village and was about five years younger. Since my dad had no hangups about whom to marry (he is still a very unfussy person), he said yes to the first person both his parents agreed to. They moved to a larger city after getting married, where he was working in the public sector.

  The details after that are slightly fuzzy, and [it's] stuff I've gathered from relatives and overheard people talking and whatever versions my parents told me. My mom had a very utopian idea of what married life would be like, and apparently, that didn't work out so well, and she'd be morose a lot, and spend a couple months at her mother's house every year until I was born. My dad had to figure out how to actually be a good husband; he did not really have any idea of any of [how] this worked.

  Over the years, my dad developed heart problems, my mom went into depression, and there was a lot more yelling. It would always end up being resolved since ending a marriage is never an option for families like this. There would be days when they plain just would not speak to each other. Sometimes it ended with mom yelling a lot. Sometimes not. They never really learned how to resolve issues like adults, in my opinion.

  Now, it's been decades, and I find they are more like co-workers than anything else: they did an amazing job of raising me and my brother. They have each helped out the other's family at times: my dad paid for college for a few [of] my cousins, in fact. They always work as a team (albeit slightly dysfunctional) when it comes to things like dealing with problems in the extended family. But that's all that they are. I don't think there's any affection between them at all. They don't go out, or do the same things together (they have two TVs), talk about anything other than serious stuff, or go on vacation. I love them to death, but they aren't the kind of relationship I aspire to.
• (#12) This Arranged Marriage Went Through A Roller Coaster

  From Redditor /u/QuizzicaArranged:

  I was born over here to a Christian family from a small sect. My marriage was arranged and I (stupidly) consented.

  I hated her at first. My parents chose her on looks, [and] admittedly she is very beautiful. But, they didn't pick [her] on any other criteria. My wife (whom I've come to love dearly) had never left her home region; spoke only her native tongue (which I speak like an 8-year-old) and had been groomed for marriage since she was young. She couldn't carry on a conversation. She hadn't read a book in 10 years; she had no interests. She was just always present.

  I f*cking hated her. She knew it, too.

  Then she got sick. Suddenly, I had to look after her. It was terrible - she was in/out of the hospital for months; at one point, she was in the ICU. Once out, and home, she had to recuperate for months. Her parents weren't going to come, so I was left to do everything. I was 27-years-old, wiping my wife's bottom, shaving her armpits, and washing her hair. I was so angry that I was in the situation, but realized that she was getting the worst of it.

  As she got better, she would do things for herself and would do little things to "thank me," she would buy me little things; she would do nice things for me. It made me feel terrible, that I hated this poor woman and she was there doing nice things for me.

  So, we "started dating" and I taught her about life over here. That's what saved us. We grew to respect one another, then because of the dating, we slowly fell in love. But it was a long process, and had it not been for her illness, I'm not sure what would have happened.
• (#13) This Arranged Marriage Ended Badly

  From Redditor /u/Throwmarriage8877:

  Child of an arranged marriage here - and holy sh*t these descriptions [from the Reddit thread] of how they're supposed to be arranged are eye-opening.

  My grandparents threatened to cut all contact with my recently graduated mother unless she entered into one. Though she had legal residency in the country she was studying in and could have told them to f*ck off, everything and everyone she knew was an ocean away which is why I think she agreed.

  On paper it looked fine - he was a recent graduate from a top college with filthy rich parents. My maternal family was not as rich, but our name is pretty old and has a history in our culture - and my mother's folks had made it seem that she'd be bringing old money and land into the partnership as well to sweeten the deal (she wasn't). Everything was handled between the two sets of parents - she only met him twice before the wedding.

  What his parents didn't tell her family what that he was a drug addict with severe mental issues. They also failed to disclose that his father made it a habit to sleep with the wives of his sons - and the sons turned a blind eye to this because daddy was bankrolling their lavish lifestyles in exchange.

  Anyway once my mother was married and she a) didn't bring nearly as much money with her as they were hoping for, b) refused her father-in-law's advances, and c) had a daughter instead of a son, the marriage quickly soured. My father showed his true colors as an abusive f*ckwit, made her cut all contact with her family/friends/neighbors due to his paranoia stemming from his mental health issues, and forced her to take out numerous loans to fund his drug habit.

  She only stayed with him as she couldn't afford the expensive, drawn out legal battle over me that would happen if she ever tried to divorce him. (She did try to plead for help from her family, but they essentially washed their hands of her after the ceremony and were no help at all).

  She finally did manage to leave him when I was in high school - but not before he attacked her with a knife.

  So yeah, glad to see that the majority of marriages here seem to be going so well - wasn't aware they could.
• (#14) They Are Happy With Their Partner, Not The Way It Happened

  From Redditor /u/NinjaPyjama:

  My marriage was sorta against my wishes. I just wanted to finish college first. In my community, girls get married between 18-21 and guys between 24-30. I was already 22 and my parents were freaking out. I agreed to [an] engagement but not the wedding until I finished the fifth year of dental college (I was in the second year). I come home for Christmas vacation and my parents don't let me go back. Like, they physically restrained me. I threatened to tell my now-husband and his family that I was being forced to marry and for that, I was beaten up badly. I never went back to college.

  I texted with [my significant other] for a few months. The first time I saw him was at the engagement. Technically it was nikah, which meant we were legally married, but is [was] treated as [an] engagement. The wedding reception happened a year later, and afterward, we lived as husband and wife. I am happy with the man I married but I am not happy with the way it happened. We are one-and-a-half years into our marriage now. At first, everything was silently a compromise for me but now I love him and can't imagine being married to anyone else.
• (#15) Their Parents' Marriage Was A War Zone

  From Redditor /u/bthug27:

  Child of an arranged marriage. It is probably the single reason why I am socially, emotionally, and physically f*cked.

  They have hated each other since before they were married. They have had violent, and I mean violent fights. My fondest memories of my parents are them trying to kill each other. There are more days of my life where they are fighting and arguing than days they’re not.

  Basically, it’s like growing up in a f*cking war zone
• (#16) They Dove Right Into Marriage

  From Redditor /u/Kittiesandunicorns:

  Met my husband on the 9th, agreed to marry him on the 15th, and [we] were wed on the 20th. Literally said about two words to each other, and that was with five members of his family present. Been together 13+ years. It has its ups and downs like I imagine any marriage would - arranged or not. We are very good together. He tries to makes me happy in any way he can.
• (#17) Their Parents Are Complete Opposites, But They Make It Work

  From Redditor /u/Karnman:

  My parents got an "arranged marriage." As a foreword, I dislike some of the implications in Western society surrounding what that entails. At least with my family, my parents were introduced to each other and decided they liked each other and started dating. They did that for like half a year and then decided to get married.

  They are very different people and if you knew them individually you would probably never in 100 years set them up with each other.

  The weird thing is, they work so well together when making decisions and stuff it's uncanny. I asked them once if it's something they had to work at to get to understand each other. They kind of shrugged and said it wasn't hard.

  It's worth [keeping] in mind, though, what they both have in common is that they are both extremely hard working, self-sacrificing people. So perhaps to them "easy" means something different than to you and I. If my future gf/fiancee told me I couldn't ride motorcycles anymore, I would probably dump her. My dad did it without batting an eye.

  They had both been introduced to different people before, they were both not interested in the people they were introduced to. They both had dated before that (as in they saw someone they liked in school or work and hung out and "dated").

  This is what we consider an arranged marriage in New Delhi, India.

  There are some places where it's more along the lines of "here, marry this person" and neither party has much say in the matter except for the parents, but that is not the norm as far as I know.
• (#18) Their Parents Just Kind Of Ended Up Together

  From Redditor /u/Mapper9:

  So my parents were an arranged marriage of sorts. It was the early 1970s and they were in a commune. I've grilled my mom a lot about the commune, and personally, I think it was more of a cult... Anyway, it was the '70s and everyone was sleeping around. My mom and dad had been sleeping together and hanging out a bit, when the cult leader decided he wanted to throw a big group wedding for the publicity. My parents were one of the couples to get married. My dad was gawky and awkward and not at all what my mom really liked. Dad just went along with whatever, too stoned to really care.

  The wedding got a lot of publicity, the local paper covered it, and it was featured, I've heard (would kill to get a copy), in the Italian version of Playboy. Their wedding album is hilariously trippy. Dad's powder blue suit, mom's crocheted lace. Flowers everywhere.

  They stayed married for 19 years until my mom just had enough. She finally asked my dad if he loved her, and he didn't really. Or didn't care enough (still the stoner).

  I'm grateful my sister and I exist, I just wish my mom had been sleeping with someone else that week.
• (#19) They Wish Their Mom Had More Opportunity To Choose For Herself

  From Redditor /u/Bucket_Amz:

  My parents had an arranged marriage - this was the early '80s. Both my parents are Indian and we live in the UK. My mother came to the UK at the age of four, grew up in Yorkshire, and moved to London with her family in her early teens. She loved school and had friends but was also caring for her younger sister, who was disabled, and helping her mum with the caring duties.

  At the age of 15 my mum was pulled out of school, taught to cook and clean, and had five pictures of men from India put down in front of her. These five suitors were all people her parents knew, her parents knew the men's parents, and a couple in there were also her first cousins. She picked a man just by looking at his picture; it was my dad. My mother's mum (my grandmother) told my mum that she needed to get married but couldn't leave London as she needed to help my grandmother look after her disabled sister. My father had family 100 miles away in the UK so my mother should have gone with him to set up home over there where his family was, but my dad was more than happy to live with his in-laws.

  She was engaged at 15 without ever meeting my dad. For the next five years she would briefly talk to my dad on the phone for a few minutes, but during these short conversations, she would be in the room with her family. My mum was 20 when my father came to the UK and they had a lovely wedding, but it took them a little while to get to know each other. My father is one of the best men I know; he has done everything he ever could to keep my mother happy. He has never laid a finger on her and it’s my mother [who has] the temper and who wears the trousers in the relationship. My father is a very humble man, he came from nothing and now has more than he ever could imagine and he praises my mum for this constantly.

  My mother is not happy though. She always says this is the not the life she would have chosen for herself - she wanted to carry on with her studies and become a nurse. My parents are foster [parents] and my mother has cared for people her whole life, and in a way is my role model because of how much she has done for others, but I rarely see my mum smile. I’m not sure if it’s because of my parents' marriage or because my mother was raised in an abusive household and her brothers were able to marry whoever they wanted even though [their partners] weren’t Indian or Muslim.

  My father still tries his hardest with my mum; he is a very happy man and very funny. My grandmother now lives with us and she is just poison. I know when she has been talking sh*t all day because my mum's mood is worse than usual... my grandmother is a very negative person and feels that women should be in the house constantly to cook and clean, and I don’t do that because I have a job and a social life. I am about to marry a man who isn’t Indian. My mother is extremely happy for me, happier that I am having a love marriage and have found someone myself. She is a lovely woman and her and I are alike in many ways. I just wish she wasn’t robbed of her teenage years and got to choose a path that made her happy.

  There was a time she resented me for my freedom and the life I chose for myself, which didn’t include cooking and cleaning, but she then realized she didn’t want me to live the life she had. I also know I can’t ever treat my future husband the way my mother has treated my father. As much as I adore my mother and have a lot of her characteristics, she has taught me what not to do in a marriage, whereas my father has taught me how to be humble and how to have a big heart. I love them both dearly, though.
• (#20) Went On Vacay - Came Back Married

  From Redditor /u/slstuff:

  I am going to contribute to this because even though our marriage wasn't "arranged" in the traditional sense, I think it fits the bill here.

  Anyway, a few summers ago, I went back home to my country of origin with my family for vacation mixed with a little bit of re-learning our culture (as we hadn't been there in decades) and a mini family reunion. Our whole trip was only supposed to last for two months.

  Anyway, as many might relate to this - when you come from a western country (or any other developed country, really), you tend to have locals flock to you and try to date you, etc. I successfully held off and rejected all of the guys who would try anything with me. A family friend of ours (well, my mom's friend actually) said she wanted me to meet a guy friend of hers (weird) and how she thought we would be a perfect fit. Mind you, I've met this woman once in my life so there's no way she knew who was a perfect fit for me. My mother, being the romantic she is, insisted on me meeting this guy and after a whole week of badgering, I reluctantly agreed to one date and being left alone once I go on that date with this guy.

  We agreed to meet up on Friday night, he even came inside the house to say hi to my mom (which was weird as f*ck... even by my standards), and we went out. Four days later, he proposed over the phone with "What do you think of us getting married?" And exactly five weeks from our first date, we were pronounced husband and wife. This took everyone by surprise (as expected), but from the first few conversations I had with him, I just knew... I knew he was the one.

  Now, of course, the long-distance aspect of this marriage has been depressing, to say the least. We spent about 12 days on our honeymoon before I had to fly back to the States for school. Luckily, I got to spend about five months with him last year before I had to fly out yet again, but hopefully, sometime this year, he'll be able to join me here once we finish up the immigration process.

  A lot of my friends and associates were kind of baffled when I came back a married woman, and to be honest, so was I. But I swear, this man... is perfection. Like, I can't imagine life without him. He's patient, kind, sweet, and best of all, he makes me a better person. We've been married two years now and even with being in a long distance-marriage, we've never fought, never had a single argument that led us to saying bad things to or about each other, and we've faced life challenges together (pregnancy while living apart, the death of his mother, job loss, graduation, etc.), and with each life challenge, I fall in love with him more and more.

  He's just... he's perfection. I'm starting to sound corny, so I'll stop. But I want to conclude by saying, marriage is a choice. Love is a choice. And for each day, you have to choose to love this person YOU chose to spend the rest of your life with.

  I also wanted to add that, yes, the sex is amazing.

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