The day I found out I had Type 1 diabetes, I had an epiphany.
It was the day I realised I could never have a career.
It was the moment that finally made me realise how much I missed my family and friends, the way I’d grown up, my life.
I wanted to be the person I’d always wanted to have, the person who could do everything, to have it all.
I wanted to live the life I wanted and be happy.
So I started to research the options available.
“What if I could change my life?
What if I had to do something completely different?”
I asked myself.
And then, the answer came.
I decided to get married.
I went for a walk in the park, I sat in the shade with a big bag of flowers and I started thinking about the possibilities.
What if the wedding day was a day of reflection and the first time I had a chance to be alone with my own thoughts?
What was going to happen at the reception?
Would I get to meet my fiance?
Would my parents still be there?
And what would happen if I didn’t get married?
I was looking forward to this day, to the moment when I would finally be able to say yes to the world.
But then something changed.
Suddenly, I realised that I was still the person in the world who had no idea.
I was the one who felt so alone, that I felt alone.
I didn´t know what to do.
At first, I was upset.
I had no intention of leaving my life behind, but now I was even more confused.
I started to search the internet for advice.
And I found that, to my surprise, the advice was mostly negative.
“Do it,” they told me.
“It will change everything.”
“The key is to start now.”
“Don’t wait until you’re married.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“There’s no need to do it.
You have all this time.””
You’re lucky you’re still in love.”
And then one day, I started getting really angry.
I felt like I had failed.
I just didn’t understand what it meant to be a single person, I didn�t know how to cope, and I felt completely lost.
What was going on?
I felt so isolated, so lost.
I started questioning everything.
Why would my parents even be there for my wedding?
Why would I even bother with my wedding if I just wanted to see my family?
And I started wondering if I was doing something wrong.
A few months after my wedding, I decided to do some research.
I contacted all the major retailers and found out what they had to say about the best way to get engaged.
After a long and emotional conversation, I asked them about their tips on how to get your first engagement.
They were all positive.
From there, I contacted a couple of my best friends and they shared their tips.
The next step was finding a couple.
It seemed like such a no-brainer.
They all had a very similar story.
Once I found my fiancé, it was just a matter of getting married.
I would go for a walking walk and have my flowers in the sun, and the only time they would see me was at the wedding reception.
The wedding day wasn’t anything special, but it felt like the end of a long, complicated journey.
The day after the wedding, we went out for lunch and I said to my parents, “I have no interest in getting married.”
They looked at me in horror.
“You don’t want to marry anyone,” they said.
“But, why do you think you can?
You are the person you want to be.
Why would anyone choose you?
And why should you be so sure you are the right person for this life?”
I had made the decision to marry the day before my wedding.
But I still had one more hurdle to clear.
In the weeks that followed, I began to feel anxious.
I kept getting emails and texts from my friends telling me they were still in the same boat.
One friend was in the middle of the divorce and the other was still in her 30s.
I asked if I can get together and go on a date.
My fiancé said no, I would wait until after I was done with my job.
And then, I called my parents and told them about my new plan.
Two weeks after my first date, my fiancée got a text from her dad telling her I had met a really cool guy.
It would be fun.
This is when things really started to go south.
I stopped getting emails from my parents.
And when I asked my friends if I should go to the wedding?
It was like a punch in the gut. Soon after