Deeply Tumblr Diary,
This is the only place I feel safe enough to write this down and post it at to get off my chest. Tumblr has always been the only place where the vibes were safe enough. But anyway there was a meeting in the family today with my dad, some uncles and a love suitor proposing marriage their fashion Albanian way and the whole nine. Like willing to take care of me, pay for my dowry and all.
So it looks like I’ll be getting married soon.
I’m 32 years old now. I’ve met him before and he was very nice and respectful. I liked him a lot. My uncles and my dad are obsessed with him. My mom loves him and she’s also obsessed with him and his sister and his sister‘s husband. I think this is a win-win for everybody and he says he’s willing to financially, emotionally, and physically, take care of me and understand my chronic illness. As long as I’m a good wife to him and I’m there for him when he comes home. He’s willing to pay for my hair in my nails, and all of this stuff for the rest of my life, and I don’t see anything that I have to lose in this. My dad wants me to do some trial dates with him and maybe even possibly a trial run in the future of living in his house for a week or two to see how I would feel. But it does look like I’ll be getting married soon.
I met him about three years ago, almost and he still can’t forget about me. And he still hears about me from my uncles and he understands my chronic illness and all of the things that they’ve talked about behind my back about me and if he still likes me all of this time, then I really think it could work out.
