In my post entitled The Black Swan I wrote about how I met my husband in a bar that used to reside on the beach in the photo. It was your classic tale of girl meets guy, they get totally plastered and share lots of funny anecdotes about their travels. We stayed up talking all night, then had a four hour long breakfast the next morning. It was clear there was a connection, but I was due to head out of Cambodia the following day and continue my adventures to Laos. Andy had just arrived in the country, having spent the past month in Laos himself. It was a quandary for sure, should I stay or should I go?
I ended up staying and getting an extension on my Cambodian visa. I figured Laos could wait for another time, I was having too much fun to leave. Plus it would be interesting to see how things panned out with the guy I’d just met. Who incidentally looked just like Elija Wood (in his Frodo days) back then with his long curly hair. We had a great time together, and when it came to an end after six weeks we went our separate ways. I came home, and he went to stay with two of my dear friends in Australia as he had organised a one year working holiday visa, and they kindly said he could crash with them while he got himself sorted.
This was all back when I still had my family in my life. My mother had convinced me to come home as a surprise for my half brother’s 21st birthday. I’ll spare you the gory details but he was awful to me. I came back on such a high, but within five minutes of being inside my mother’s house I made the decision to go out to Australia and see if my little holiday fling had the chance of turning into a fairytale. I would not allow my family the opportunity to wreck yet another good thing in my life. Less than two weeks after leaving each other, we were reunited in Melbourne.
Now please don’t think we lead the perfect life, or have the perfect relationship, because we really don’t and never have done. I cut ties with my family in our second year together, and it’s not an over exaggeration to say that I went to hell and back in the process. We broke up, got back together, broke up again and it looked at one stage like we would definitely not have a future. I guess some things are just written in the stars and meant to be though, because here we are eleven years and three kids later. Still going strong, and surviving to tell the (fairy)tale.
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