Tonight at church I was talking to a lady I met several months ago...one of the nicest people I have ever met in my life. So we're standing there talking when she asks how old I am. I tell her I'm 32 and she tells me that she has a 35 year old brother who isn't married and how she just keeps wishing that we could meet. She then told me that he lives several states away, but she wishes she could get him here.
That by far was the strangest conversation I've had since Joe died. In my mind I still feel like I'm married, although in reality I know I'm not. I'll always love Joe, but the truth is I'm not married anymore. I'm reminded of that everytime I have to fill out a form asking for my marital status. But its a hard concept to grasp. I met Joe almost 11 years ago...when I was 22 years old. We instantly became very good friends, and were dating seriously within 4 months. We were engaged a few months later, and were married a year after that. I've spent my entire adult life with him. I spent those years thinking we would always be together. Its hard to really come to terms with the fact that I'm now single. I never thought in a million years that I would be in a situation where someone would be trying to set me up with her brother.
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