The director (who was a gorilla, who eventually became THE Gorilla) and I have been together since the night we sat at the bar and used liquid courage to confess our long standing love. It didn’t take much coercing to convince him that our feelings were a good thing and not, in fact, a crazy thing.
Some of his concerns were valid (it made working together impossible) and some were not (growing up in different decades just makes conversations more interesting). I won’t pretend that everything went perfectly after we sealed it with a kiss. We are a normal couple, we hit several significant bumps in the road while we were dating. But we also laughed hard enough for no sound to come out. And after all that time, it felt incredible to show affection to each other and to the world.
Almost three years after an international trip gave us both a perspective check, The Gorilla sank to one knee on the shores of Hawaii. We were married eight months later under an old tree in Savannah, Georgia.
This story is the simple version of how I met and feel in love with my husband The Gorilla. There are stories within stories within stories about our friendship, our relationship, and our marriage. Those are all for another day.
I may have come to the conclusion before he did, but our life together as opposites and not-so-opposites has always been about balance. Before there was love, before there were vows, The Gorilla and I both noticed that we could spend massive amounts of time together and never get tired of one other. To this day, one of the things I value most in my husband is our compatibility.
And that’s just one of the things.
The best decision I ever made, on the best day of my life:
Thank you for reading. Just like my Moving to LA series, there was something carthartic in the telling. Judging by the amount of feedback I’ve received on these posts, I believe that people still love a story. I’ve purposely stayed quiet in the comments until now, but I promise I’ve read each one.
The whole story is here.