My husband and I fell madly in love after meeting at a dance in high school. At that early age, we knew right away we didn’t want to be with anyone else. We went through college and got married a week after graduation. Our families were ecstatic, because his father and mine were best friends and our mothers played mahjong weekly, come rain or high water. We thought that was the start of our fairytale story.
I am 42 years old and married to my second wife for eight years. We have a 7-year-old child. I met her through a chat site, and ours was a whirlwind romance. She came into my life when my father died and somehow filled that empty space. But things started to unravel when we lived together. Close friends like our late ninang secretly did not approve of our marriage because she foresaw my wife as the “cockeyed” type. Even the priest who married us said she was not a good fit because of her “answers” during the interview portion.
