10 Years of Wedded Bliss (Mostly, Cause Sometimes I Want to Murder Him)

10 Years of Wedded Bliss (Mostly, Cause Sometimes I Want to Murder Him)

Today is my 10-year wedding anniversary, so I thought I would take a trip down memory lane. People often ask me how I met my British husband so I thought I would write a post chronicling how I convinced Husband that he couldn’t live without me.

In April 2000, I left San Diego, California to study for a Master’s degree in Paris. To be perfectly honest, it was not the studying that interested me. I was 24 and wanted an adventure. And I fancied a romance with a Parisian man. I lived in a dorm-type accommodation with other foreign students. I stopped attending classes after a couple of weeks. I partied with my new friends. I spent my days exploring Paris and practicing my French. I did lots of flirting and even had a date with a Frenchman (who was so boring I had to dodge his phone calls for weeks after). 

But at the dorm, I had met a boy. A British boy. And a boy he was. He was 22, scruffy and awkward. But he was witty and funny and cute and sweet and generous. His room was three doors down from mine so we would chat and hang out loads. But I was too afraid to ruin our friendship, so I did not tell him how I felt. I did instigate a pact where we agreed to marry if we were still single when I turned 40 (and he turned 38), so I figured I could someday make him mine. I only lived in Paris for four months. My dad was having some health problems so I flew back to California, in July 2000, to be with him and my mom. The night before I flew back to the USA, after everyone was partied out, we were the last two awake. For hours. And for hours we talked, but nothing else. I kicked myself later for not being brave enough to kiss him.

We remained friends and emailed often. In June 2001, my British friend came to visit me in San Diego. There were so many butterflies when I saw him. But again, I was not brave enough to tell him how I felt. A few days after his arrival, we went to Arizona to visit another friend we had made in Paris. And there, my now-husband was fueled and emboldened by his birthday drinks, and kissed me. Apparently he had had a crush on me since Paris but had been worried about destroying our friendship.

We did the long-distance thing for 10 months, which included daily phone calls and three visits. In that time, I managed to finagle a two-year working holidaymaker visa. Before I moved to London in May 2002, Husband and I agreed that we would stay in the UK for three years then we would move to California. I am obviously not called Californian Mom in California, so you see how the story went.

Husband and I got married in 2004, at Coombe Abbey in Warwickshire. I can’t believe I managed to plan our wedding in eight months, while working full-time and getting my Master’s part-time. But it was lovely, and we enjoyed sharing such a special day with our family and friends.

We married on the day my visa expired. This probably looked more than a bit dodgy. And since my visa had expired, I had to leave the UK to get a spousal visa. So we had a mini-honeymoon in Vienna (we had our proper honeymoon in July, during my university holidays, in Kenya). After a nerve-wracking interview at the British Embassy, where I was terrifyingly quizzed on my new-Husband  (by myself in a tiny room, behind glass), I was granted a visa (despite not knowing the law qualification that Husband had attained).

Ten years after we were married, I am still madly in love with Husband. He is a wonderful friend and father. And despite sometimes wanting to murder him (like when I’m picking his pants up from the floor or when I’m trying to sleep and he’s snoring like a bear), I look forward to many more years with him.

10 Years of Wedded Bliss (Mostly, Cause Sometimes I Want to Murder Him) 10 Years of Wedded Bliss (Mostly, Cause Sometimes I Want to Murder Him)
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43 thoughts on “10 Years of Wedded Bliss (Mostly, Cause Sometimes I Want to Murder Him)

  1. Awww – Congratulations on your 10 years and what a great story. Here’s to the next 10 years (as long as he picks up his pants!!)

  2. Aaagh it’s those pants that get me too – why oh why can’t they manage to put them in the washing basket??? Aside from that, he sounds a thoroughtly decent fellow. It took me and D ages to get together too. We first met when we were 19 and only moved out of the ‘just good friends’ phase 6 years ago!

  3. It’s such a lovely place, isn’t it? My husband surprised me with a weekend there last August to celebrate my birthday. It was our first time back since the wedding!

  4. Aw this is lovely. A proper fairy tale! Very romantic. I think all good relationships start off as friends. I did anyway! X

  5. Aw, this post made me cry a little bit this morning! Lovely story of your relationship and how it all started. Beautiful bride too X

  6. Ahh I’m feeling all warm now, such a lovely story. I can’t believe you both stayed friends for so long as you did not want to ruin it. Here is to many more happy years. Mich x

  7. Awww! This has just made me have a little tear in my eye! Loved hearing about your story and I particularly love the title of the post. Inspired 😉

  8. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!! So happy to have found you! I’m a Canadian living in Italy and I’m also a stay at home mom with my toddler. I will definately be following you, and I’m so happy you stuck with your foreign man! My man is Italian, so after prying him from the jaws of his mamma (obviously he’s a mamma’s boy!!) we’ve managed to stay together for 7 years…..an impossible feat considering I don’t even iron!

    I found you through the #AllAboutYou linkup!

    Angie from reasons to dress, life as a North American mom in Italy.

  9. Such a beautiful little love story, and you looked amazing on your wedding day! A beautiful bride! Happy Anniversary to you both, and many, many more xx #all aboutyou

  10. haha Welcome to my blog! Always lovely finding another expat. British men slide very easily from their mums, but I’ve heard it’s a different/tougher story with Italian men and their mammas. So well done!

  11. Ahh bab. You look so beautiful! The best things about husbands. Is that they don’t mind the odd shout. Also that visa thing sounds like something off a film!!! Thanks again for linking up with #AllAboutYou. I do really really appreciate it bablar xxx

  12. Awww, such a lovely romantic tale. Mind you… picking up pants from the floordrobe / snoring like a bear sounds awfully similar to someone I know (and love). Thanks so much for linking up to #AllAboutYou and congratulations on ten happy years!

  13. What a lovely story! I’m glad it had a happy ending. Too many people are tscared to get out of the friends – zone but being with your best friend is the absolute BEST! Super happy for you both 🙂

  14. I am sure you are very happy, but after working hard to gain your masters, part time while working, what made you decide to have children, fairly suddenly, and giving up your career?

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