Trust and loyalty Part I

Well, it was supposed to be a relaxing day for hubby and I on sunday. We wanted to escape from everything else, including the kids. So, we opted to take the kids to my parents. Leave them there for a bit, while we head to kadai komunis to get a DVD and watch it at our own place with our own space.

I'm pretty lucky that my parents are just minutes away from us. It's coincidental really. When I got to know my husband, he was living close-by with his adopted daughter. He was a divorcee.

Now talk about trust, I would have not agreed to meet him, have my parents not known where he lived. Like many modern relationships today, I must admit I met my husband in an on-line forum. His English was good, that was the catch. That was one of the requirements. Plus, he sounded smart. I also sensed his high EQ. Foremost, he sounded like somebody you could really trust in.

No, we weren't actually 'going out,' really. There weren't that opportunity. I was thousands of miles away from him, trying to finish my study. It was weird and funny. After several exchanges of private on-line messages and e-mails, we notched it up with text phone messages. We talked more of his past. His trust was betrayed once. He was a dedicated single father, and I was somewhat attracted to that. I think.

I was in a bizarre, and a volatile relationship. Trust was hard in my relationships. It's so weird when you are out with a gorgeous guy where girls would drool over him yet he is very insecure. When you should be the one. Trust me, beauty is not everything.

When the on-line man appeared, I somewhat felt that this was HIM. I was never going to let him pass by me. I told my men it was very over. My man devastated - almost suicidal. Scary. Somehow, after almost 4 years, I finally have the courage to not care of the emotional blackmails and antics. This on-line mystery man has liberated me. He was The one.

Then one odd day I received a text message: "will you marry me?" I replied "this is not real, right?" He replied back, "let's say if it was". I suffocated. I never met this man, I didn't know how he really looked like. He didn't even know me. Weirdo. He must be crazy. But it was romantic, I thought it was. I texted back, "OK." But it was not the okay okay, I was just answering to a hypothetical proposal.

Then another 3pm one day, I got a buzz at my flat. It was Interflora. The flower guy smiled and said '"This guy must really loves you, he got you a dozen of white roses and a teddy.' Kewl, it felt like pretty woman. By then I have already received a beautiful proposal card. This bouquet was another proposal. This time I was gob-smacked. It kicked in. He was for real.

I rang a galfren in London . She said, 'Man, I'd marry him if I were you.' The whole thought of marrying suffocated me. I never believed in marriage. Plus, this was a little too fast. We just 'knew' each other. Well, not really; we didn't know one another.

He texted again and said he'd fly over to see me, so I could make my decision. Eerie. Insane. Eccentric. But I let him come. Was I gullible? He could have been a sex-maniac or a rapist. Yet, I trusted this perfect stranger.

He assured me and gave me his home address. Even asked me to talk to his mum. I passed. But I gave his address to my parents so they could confirm his place. Before leaving, he promised to meet my parents first. He did. I took it as seeking permission to see me if he was that sincere. They met. He looked alright, they said. They got excited, well, the whole family was.

The day came and I braved myself to see him at the Airport. Costa cafe was our first rendezvous. He was late, almost an hour late. His plane had arrived much earlier so I thought he stood me up. As I got up to leave, I saw this tall man, long-haired, in grey shirt and black trousers, with a bouquet on one hand and his luggage on another smiling at me, and apologized for the delay. Then asked, "Would you like me to stay or should I head back to London?" I smiled. He looked safe.

He was safe. He is safe. He secures me now. Well, after one meeting, we got engaged. After the second meeting, we got married. All within 4 months. Hasty decision, it was not. I found incredible love. Love that grows and grows. Had I not trust my intuition, had I not trusted him, and had I not trust my faith, I wouldn't be this happy today.

This may be a flight of fancy to others. But hubby if you are reading this, thank you for fluttering into my life. I trust and love you.