My aunt and I were talking on the phone about my French-Canadian fiance.
We would be getting married in her back yard in just a few days. I was frantically planning the wedding so we could beat an INS deadline to kick him out of the country.
“So, do you have that feeling?” she asked. “You know how people say ‘when you know, you know.’ Do you have it?”
“No, I don’t. It’s not there. Is that bad?”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s fine. You know you want to be with him, right?”
“Yeah. And that’s crazy anyway? It’s all a risk, a leap of faith, how can you just know?”
I was 25-years-old and I was really good at talking myself into things. [click to continue…]
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