As many of you will already know, I am absolutely over the moon
about getting married to my darling. Our road has not been easy or traditional. There are times I could have walked away and there are times I couldn’t understand why Paul was taking so long to make up his mind. We are both determined people, deep thinkers and come together with the whole Goddamn baggage department of Myers. It sure makes for some interesting discussion!I was born and grew up in PNG. My father was a career soldier, an Army officer, and he did three tours of Vietnam. These early military and war experiences are what shaped my personality, my aspirations, my career and my determination. We moved back to Australia (Sydney) when I was 12 and then moved to Cooktown when I was 13. I went to boarding school in Townsville and because I was so unhappy (okay, naughty) my parents bought me home to finish by correspondence.
I am a Social Worker and my area of expertise is sexual assault counseling. Post graduate, I concentrated on kid’s sexual assault issues and I now operate my own protective behaviour consultancy. Without Paul’s help, I would never have developed my business to where it is today. Apart from being madly in love with the lunatic, I am also eternally grateful to him for all the support and business guidance he has provided me.
My adult life has been neither easy nor happy (I’m not proud to say that I’ve been married and divorced twice). When I met Paul I HATED men and I had no intention of ever being in a permanent relationship again. But, Paul was my match. Although I despised him at first (on first meeting he said, “I didn’t know you had to go to University to be a Social Worker.”), his quirky sense of humour, intelligence, strong social justice streak and penchant for talking absolute shit won me over. He became my best friend. Never, had I met someone who fitted so well with me. I quickly reached the stage where I realised that what we shared was more than a very deep and strong friendship. I was in love with him.
Unrequited love is painful. As much as I tried to place distance between us (I wasn’t big enough to just remain friends), I was unable to stop the aching call of my heart. While living and working in London, I gave Paul an ultimatum: either commit to a relationship or I cannot stay in contact with you. I time framed the ultimatum to fit with my surprise flying visit home for Jade’s 21st birthday. It was a positive response and I couldn’t wait to get back to London to resign and pack up.
Well, the rest is history. I have come to appreciate that Paul takes his time to make decisions. He carefully considers everything but once his decision is made, it is final and lasting.
I have never loved as I love Paul. He is my nutrient, my fellow Captain, and I would do anything (legal) for him. I’m not naive enough to think that there won’t be rough patches, or that I’m such a rosy cherub that I’m easy to live with. I am prepared though to unconditionally support Paul, to share my life and my self with him and to remain his best friend. I’m also prepared to kick his arse when he needs it and to work on my idiosyncrasies that drive him to distraction.
I love Paul and I am really looking forward to sharing our day with you. Given that we are such a large, blended family, we want our day to be family focused. We want you to have fun, to relax and to wish us well on our journey of life. I am saddened that my father won't be with us physically (he died while I was in London) but I know he will be happy. He liked Paul very much and thought that we made a good team. We do, Dad, we do.
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