Took a new job, and they have you work for a week in all departments to see how the whole company's process works from receiving product, picking orders, packaging, shipping, etc. First day I was taken to the receiving department and met a guy with great tattoos who actually knew my favourite scummy old punk rock bands. We were both involved with other people at the time, but he kicked his girl out for cheating on him & kept asking when I was moving in. About 2 weeks later (2 months to the day after we first met) I ended up coming to work with bags in hand after a barn-burner of a fight with my useless ex-fiance. Moved in that night, then 3 months later he moved half a country away from his entire family with me when I told him I needed to go home after a couple of years in a city I didn't much like.
Said he'd never get married again (had a prior marriage that ended in divorce after 9 months), but asked me to be his wife less than a year after we met. Waited a year until we could hold the wedding at a particular annual event that meant a lot to us and our friends, and have never looked back since except to smile. Moved into our house exactly 2 years after I moved into his apartment in Edmonton - living together since November 2001, married August 2003, and have only spent 2 or 3 nights apart during that time (his family flew him back for a visit to Alberta in 2002 & I couldn't afford to join him).
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