Talking ’bout my girl…

My fiancee wife and I currently live apart. So far, so unusual. We live really apart: she’s in the US and right now I’m in England still. It’s a tough situation to be in, to be honest. We’ve been a couple for getting on for seven years now, and our being together has been delayed by various factors, such as family issues (as in, mine are mostly bastards who deserve a good kicking) and her divorce.

It’s not a nice situation to be in, really, so far away from someone you love. What really keeps me going is that things are soon going to be coming together for us. To a relative value of soon, anyway. Assuming we don’t run into any major issues regarding immigration, we should be permanently together within a year or so. I know, that sounds like a long time to wait, but when you set it against the length of time we’ve spent apart and the time we will spend together afterwards, it’s not so bad. The hope that we will end up in the same place permanently has always kept us both going, too.

That’s not the only thing which has been a difficulty for us. My family, of the deserving a kicking variety mentioned above, attempted through subtle and unsubtle methods to end the relationship; not least, when she was here for a six months stay, by evicting me and therefore her from the family home. I’m not just talking being thrown out; I’m talking an actual legal process to evict. I believe the idea was to force me to beg to come back and abandon her; it has spectacularly backfired. I no longer talk to them or even acknowledge them in the street. The exact phrase, I think, is “dead to me”.

Of course, you might have asked, why doesn’t she just come here? Her son. She doesn’t want to uproot him from school or his life, and his biological father would surely cause trouble. He’s that kind of man. I look forward to being there, though; I love him like my own. He even calls me his dad, which makes me so proud. And I would never view him as the problem; uprooting is not something which is a problem for me. I love them both too much not to, and I’m not so in love with where I live that I would never leave.

And speaking of proud – I’m proud to be with my girl. She’s a loving, kind, sweet and generous person, who is funny and interesting, who I can always talk to, who always laughs at my jokes (even when unfunny), who always wants to spend time with me and who I always want to spend time with, even when we argue. She’s my best friend, and I love her so much I don’t think I could ever even give you more than the smallest idea of what I feel for her.

It’s hard to live apart as we do right now, but it’s going to be easy later.

My girl is my best friend and most compatible person in the world. In your face, world!

P.S. We married on the 20th March 2008.