How My Husband and I Met
Anxiety , Mental Health / January 3, 2019

Through all of my posts about myself and anxiety, there is one topic that I have not covered much: my husband and I. If you have read my post that I have made about my husband, and how he helps me to rationalize (which you can read here), you would know that my husband is literally my world. I would not be the person I was without him. So for today, I thought that it would be fun to tell the story of how we met. The Beginning My husband and I were both home schooled, but we went to the same co-op (non-homeschooled people look it up). I was a grade above Spencer, even though we are the same age, and we had known of each others existence since we were in 5th and 6th grade, or ten years old. However, plot twist: I did not like Spencer. He was quiet, he always had his ear buds in, and was constantly kicking a soccer ball. He hung out with no one but two friends, one of whom the rest of us thought was his girlfriend. Frankly, I thought he was a jerk. From Spencer’s side of things, he was…

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