Story of us… May 18, 2009

The truth is I always knew I’d marry J. Even before we officially got it together, back in 2005, I felt an instinctive womanly intuition that this was the man that would one day be the father of my children. The problem was that in 2005 when we met, I was not ready to commit so soon after my previous relationship, and was actually looking forward to being properly single for the first time in four years. I was hoping to meet “marriage material” J at a later stage in my life, especially since at the time he was only 21 to my 22. I fought off the urge to commit for a good few months, but by July I had to admit that I wasn’t fooling anybody, I had fallen in love.

I’m not one for reading too much into “signs” but the night I met J, we stayed over at a friend’s house where we were “set up” by C (J’s best friend) who conveniently arranged that J and my “sleeping arrangements” would be a shared mattress in the lounge.

After talking the night away, we shared our first kiss. The following morning I received the strangest call from a friend. She asked me if I’d met someone, as she’d had a vivid dream that I’d met a man who wanted to marry me, we were so in love, and she added that in her dream he had a kid of his own. I laughed at this, as I looked over at J, and told her that actually, I HAD just met someone, he wasn’t a dad, but he couldn’t stop talking about a younger brother, for whom he displayed a rather fatherly affection.

But I wasn’t ready to commit to anybody romantically at the time, and I put this conversation down to a flight of fancy on my friend’s part. To this day, however, I have never received another call like it and sometimes I marvel at the sheer coincidence of that conversation.