Memory Lane: My Honeymoon

I am rapidly closing in on what would have been my 10 year wedding anniversary.  I am happy to rid of the ex, but as my psychologist puts it "you still had dreams and desires for what your marriage was supposed to be."

And....damn it to hell she is right.  I don't miss him.  I don't miss being married to him.  I miss what it was SUPPOSED to be.  I miss the prospect of having someone to play Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy with.  I miss the prospect of growing old with someone that loves me to no end.   I miss sitting at the table at night and having dinner like a family, which is probably why I pretty much stopped cooking last year.

See the problem is that I never REALLY had any of the above.  I just sat around for years waiting for it to turn into that.  So, with that lets look back at when I should have bailed (post marriage ceremony) the first time....

We went to an all-inclusive couples only resort to get married.  Way back when during Valentine's week of 1998.  His parents came with us (which is really the only reason I actually took the vows).  

Once we unloaded the plane my soon to be hubby left me with his parents and the bags while he went to the restroom at the airport.  I saw him stop several times to talk to various "local" men.  Later I found out that he was trying to score some pot. Oh, and just in case your wondering -- I don't, never have and never will use it.  And yes he knew my feelings on it.

So, off we go to the resort.  The first five days were fun.  Scuba, Tours, dinner, some romance, generally a good time.  He kept trying to meet people to hook him up and we argued over that daily.  He finally relented that he would stop looking for it and enjoy the vacation.