Tomorrow Is Mine: Celebrating 10 Years of Love and a Lifetime of Resilience


Tomorrow Is Mine

Tomorrow will be such a wonderful day. I love celebrating my birthday. I am a giver, and I try my best to make everyone happy, but on June 11th, I claim that day. Not only is it my birthday, but it is also my anniversary. Tomorrow will be our TEN-YEAR anniversary. How did that happen? Where does the time go?

Everyone—and I mean everyone—has a story to tell. I have shared my story over and over again, praying that it might help someone who needs to hear it. I want others to know that life does go on after trauma.

For those who are new here, this is the very short version of my story.

In 1990, I married my childhood sweetheart. We were married from 1990 until 2015, although I left in 2012. He was an abusive and deeply troubled individual who created trauma for everyone around him. I finally left with my two children and began building a better life—or so I thought.

I met a man who treated me kindly. He was attentive and caring. In reality, he was a criminal who took my money and had a wife.

I survived.

In between all of that came a diagnosis of melanoma and an overwhelming amount of anxiety. God blessed me in that the cancer was contained to one spot. I slowly began to realize that my life would be okay, even if it was just my two children and me. I became fiercely independent, with the true help of friends and family. I'm not sure I could have made it through without them. Even at work, people genuinely cared and were concerned.

Finally, in 2014, I decided to give this dating thing one more try. I had nothing to lose.

This time, I looked for someone who didn't fit my usual type. I chose someone with a kind face, someone I could have deep and meaningful conversations with, and someone with whom I could truly be myself.

John and I started texting in October. He had made it clear that he only wanted to be "texting buddies." That lasted until December 21, 2014, when we finally met to do some holiday shopping.

I was so excited.

Stephanie did my hair and makeup. I took my glasses off—even though I'm practically blind without them—and walked into Target like a pro.

There he was, standing by Starbucks.

In that very moment, I knew something was going to come of this.

We had an eight-hour first date. It was wonderful. I helped him pick out gifts, we had lunch, and later we sat over coffee talking for hours. When I got home, I called my mom and told her all about him.

The next day, though, food poisoning hit.

Since I hadn't contacted John for a few days, he assumed our date had been a one-and-done situation. But... nope. Once I explained what had happened, we picked up right where we left off and kept moving forward.

On June 11, 2016, I married this man.

He is funny, creative, talkative, and would give a stranger the shirt off his back. When John asked me to marry him, I was in shock. He was taking on a single mom with two children, and he didn't blink. He met my friends, and they all loved him.

Finally, things were looking up.

Fast forward ten years, and here we are.

Our marriage is solid and strong. I am so proud to be married to one of the nicest men I have ever known.

Instead of buying a card this year, I wanted to express myself here.

Dear John,

Happy 10th Anniversary.

What an amazing ride it has been—from Middletown to Caroga Lake to Florida.

We both live life in the moment (I know you're shaking your head as you read this). With you, I am finally safe. I can be myself without feeling judged. I can wear my Snuggie while walking the dogs in my pajamas, and there isn't an ounce of judgment from you.

You never judge me. You simply accept me for who I am, and that makes me love you even more.

I am finally experiencing what life is supposed to feel like.

From all of our laughter and bathroom jokes that most people don't understand, to crying in your arms when tragedy occurs, you have been the man for me.

I thank God every single day for you.

You and our children have become my world. The three of you make me a better person.

Ten years of laughter, love, kindness, and trust—and here we are, taking on yet another new adventure. I know everything will be okay because we're together.

I love you with my whole being, and I wish nothing but continued happiness and success in our marriage.

Although... maybe you could throw in picking up your dishes once in a while.

You see, everyone has faults. No one is perfect.

But we are perfect for each other.

And that's what matters most.

I love you endlessly.

Love always,

Bonny

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