The future Mrs Yankovec

Two posts in a day? Blimey, I must be bored at work. Might even make it three, if I have the urge to post about the Iron Man film tonight (which looks like the best comic book film, ever, after Spider-Man - it's about an alcoholic, womanising millionaire who dresses up in armour to beat the living crap out of bad guys - if that doesn't sound like fried gold, what does?!)

Anyway, back to the subject of this post:

Less than two months now, and me and my gorgeous fiancee will be tying the knot. That's kind of permanent. At least it is for me; I know it's kind of fashionable to be married for a short period of time, but I never want to get divorced or plan to. When I get married, I want it to be to the perfect partner, and I will make it last the whole way. Only God will separate me from my wife, and you can be sure I'll put up a sodding good fight to not let that happen.

So, no real surprise, I've met the right woman, someone I want to be married to for life. But, nothing is easy...

Me and fiancee have had a few issues lately, disagreements, I think we're both expecting slightly different things from our long term relationship. I think I'm right; she thinks she's right. That's kind of how the whole thing works, people have different points of view, different perspectives. Me and Katie are not the same person, we are different (both geeks, but, hey..). Life has been hard for Katie, she's lost the most wonderful person in her life, her kind and lovely mother, taken far too soon, which has had a big impact on her life.

I want to help her, more than anything, but don't know how*, and Katie doesn't know how she wants to be helped, and I think this has been the source of our problems. I need to help her; it's in my nature. It's been very frustrating that I can't help her, made worse by the fact I really dislike the way she seems to be handling it, and the more I get frustrated, the more I take it out on her, and the more she retreats from me. A viscous vicous terrible circle.

The added stress of the wedding, money, the children, etc., certainly does not help matters.

Christ, anybody reading this will probably wonder what the Hell we're getting married for after reading everything above. And that's kind of the point of this post.

Katie Cowles, even when our relationship is not easy, in fact when it's downright fucking hard and nearing on impossible, it is still, and always will be, the most perfect thing to ever happen to me.

I love you so much, it literally hurts sometimes, and I know you feel the same way. Together forever, through good times and bad. xxxxx

*just remember, when I seem like a bastard, I'm doing what I believe is right and for the best. That doesn't mean I'm right, of course, but it doesn't mean I'm wrong either