Four months before the wedding day, David’s carer left us. So whilst we searched for the perfect replacement, I became David’s full time carer….which believe me, is pretty intense and sometimes exhausting. Life with David is never dull but I was trying to manage my own work, wedding plans, gym………………………………….
Better late than never – things get super hectic when you get married apparently! Anyway, here I am again, with more ramblings about life with a grumpy tetraplegic and mutterings about marriage. I mentioned in my last blog about the TV company that had approached us about filming the wedding…..well,………………………………….
I know you’re waiting to hear about the wedding; about the meringue-i-ness of the dress; the music we danced to; the number of times I cried (it ran to several hundred before midday in case you were wondering!). But I need to finish telling you about the planning and the build………………………………….
Sorry for the long delay since the last blog. Apart from it being an incredibly busy, we were actually getting married! Something very exciting happened which meant I couldn’t talk about something that needs to be in this blog. All will be revealed shortly…. Let’s pick up where we last………………………………….
After a relatively short period of time, we decided that we’d like to make things more permanent; it just seemed right. Travelling back and forth from Monmouth was difficult, and time consuming for her, and it meant that we could only see each other a few times a week. There………………………………….
After our first date I had butterflies and was buzzing. I was really looking forward to meeting again. Nicky loves cooking, and suggested that she came over to cook for us here. I asked my carer to leave us to it for the evening, and we had the place to………………………………….
I have so much to tell you about. I’m torn between telling you about the wedding and all the exciting things that are happening. But I also want to tell you more about the early days of our relationship and how I found myself turning cartwheels around the moon with happiness………………………………….
One evening in June 2013 I was sat in my armchair, half watching TV, probably drinking a glass of red wine, and scanning through the profiles of people on Match.com. I tended to find that anybody I expressed an interest in had no interest in me, so after quite a………………………………….
I altered my profile to include information about my condition. To my amazement this didn’t seem to put people off; in fact I think that I had more interest by taking this approach. My profile didn’t focus on my disability because I didn’t want it to define me. I posted………………………………….
After 16 years of being with the same person, the idea of dating again was a little bit exciting, but also hugely scary. Obviously, I was not the same physically as I was last time I did this, but then that is also true for all the other 40/50 something………………………………….
