Met my ex in boot camp. My mom was in a hurry to have me marry for some reason. He proposed. I accepted.
Well after the divorce and very shortly before the decree of nullity, not realizing I wasn’t supposed to date until the anullment was final (bad catechesis), I put an ad in the newspaper. It’s what people did before the Internet. Instead of asking for a hunk, I asked to meet a guy who liked to go places and do things, liked kids, and had been in the military. I got a pile of responses, most of them form letters printed on dot-matrix printers, often with distasfeul accompanying photos.
I received two hand-written ones. The one from my now husband was friendly, kind, briefly descriptive of his job and hobbies, and in no way mentioned other activities.
I met him at a local mall, out in the open. And there hasn’t been a day I haven’t talked with him since.
But boy! All of the sudden, that anullment DRAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGED!
