Our first history was in Applebee’s and we have been together since then

I met my husband through my brother. They worked together as engineers.

My brother took my picture to the office and said: “Does anyone want to meet my sister?” One person spoke and said, “Can I see her picture?” I think he loved those who saw him because after about a week, he called me to ask me.

I did not see anyone and I was a little luck. I was living with my mother, after I left my full -time educational job after bearing my mental breakdown. He left me for two weeks in the psychological wing with a bipolar disorder.

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“Where do you want to go?” He asked.

I told him any place he would do. I was working as an independent writer and wanted to get off the phone. He told me that he had a phone book in front of him and could read some places to find out what I want.

Oh my God, this man was accurate. He reads from the phone book? Who does that? It looked nice.

Reading the list of restaurants that started with “A.” began Finally, arrived at Applebee.

I heard about it, of course. Their slogan was, “Eat good food in the neighborhood.” I told him that Appby would be fine. I just wanted to get it out of the phone so that I could finish writing my article, which was due the next day.

We agreed to go to Applebee.

I remember everything about our first history

Caesar salad was ordered with chicken, and he got the thickness of the knitted salmon. From the origin of Rod Eiland, he loved seafood. We dealt well – I remember that he asked me questions; It was a kind of interview.

I did not say anything about my mental health problem, and he did not ask. I think my brother did not tell anyone this in detail about me. “Was you studying in Pennsylvania?” “Yes,” I answered. Then the food came. “I am working as a temporary office for the offices at the present time,” I added.

As the evening continues, I began to feel very comfortable with this stranger called Stephen. I had a sensation that things would work for us.

When we finished our meals, he took me for a small car. We went to the duck pond next to the cemetery. We got out of the car and tried to look at the ducks, but it was black abroad.

He led me to my mother’s house, got out of the car and shook his hand, and thanked him for a wonderful evening.

When I got home, my mother woke up and said: “I met the man who will be married.” She said, “Things went well?”

We have been married for nearly 28 years

About a month after our first date, he took me to Toronto, where I got a little obsession. By that time, he knew my diagnosis. I was a little obsession, as this was the first time that he saw it. Basically, I couldn’t sleep for a few nights and laugh a lot. But we got home safely, and my mental state did not discourage me to Rod Island to meet his family.

The Stephen family wanted to know what she did for a living.

“She is a temporary office worker,” Stephen said.

I said, “Well, this is what I do now.” I am actually an English professor. “

“Oh really?” Stephen’s father’s husband said, as if I were joking.

Three years later, we got married in Kent, Ohio. It was in 1997. We married 27 years ago, 28 years old in August. During this time, we dealt with breast cancer and bipolar disorder and united our son. I cannot say it was easy, but it was a solid love story. 30 years ago, my psychiatrist told me, “This man will never leave you.” Yes, Stephen still brings me flowers.