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Thanks, Frogs: I Married My First Boyfriend

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It’s true.  I did indeed marry my first boyfriend.  Now this is not one of those stories where the girl meets boy in the 2nd grade and then meets up again years later in college to finally get married in the end.  Nope.  Not even close.  This is a story of a girl and a boy who grew up thousands of miles away from each other and didn’t in fact meet until she was 23 and he was 25.  So how pray tell did I marry my first boyfriend?  Because he was my only boyfriend.

I’d like to say that I spent those first 23 years of life focussed on myself, my family, my friends, and even my own educational pursuits.  Just waiting for the day when my Prince Charming came into my life.  But that wouldn’t be true.  I kissed a lot of frogs and not a one of them turned into a Prince Charming.  They each stayed frogs.  They in fact, one by one, went off to become someone else’s Prince Charming.  All the while I was resolute in thinking that they remained frog like and I was much better off.  You see each of those frogs were being other girl’s frogs all at the same time.  I’ll always remember that day when one of my frog’s roommates did me a favor.  He decided to level with me and let me know that I was not the girlfriend.  There was already a girlfriend.  I was just one of many.  That knowledge stung but at the same time I pitied the real girlfriend because she ended up marrying him.

For a while I began to think that I was simply a magnet for such a relationship.  Time and time again I found myself in the exact same situation.  Or something very similar.  Perhaps each thought that I wasn’t the commitment type or they thought that I was too dumb to catch on to the game being played.  Whatever their reasons I’m grateful that they stayed frogs.  They did help to define who I became in life.  Because of them I survived.  Because of them I discovered friends who were there for me.  Friends who listened and hugged me while I cried on the bathroom floor.  Friends who were still around when I did finally meet my future husband.

So I did learn a lot from spending time with all of those frogs.  I learned the love that I truly deserved and was able to recognize “the one” instantly when I met him.  To all those frogs I say thank you.  Thank you for being a frog.  Thank you for making it possible for me to marry my first boyfriend.

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Isn’t he dreamy?  I’m a lucky gal.  What’s more?  My first boyfriend didn’t have to turn from a frog into Prince Charming.  In fact he was never a frog.  He was always my Prince Charming.

 

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