Our Dirty Little Secret
On October 27, 2007, I walked down the aisle in my beautiful wedding gown, with all of our closest family and friends present. Brian and I exchanged wedding vows, danced our first dance, and cut our delicious wedding cake. What almost no one knew was that we were already married.
When I decided to freelance, my insurance coverage went out the window. My diabetes, considered a pre-existing condition, excluded me from private insurance. I considered going without insurance for a while, but although I’d managed to stockpile about three months of pump supplies, I knew that when they ran out, I was on my own. Brian proposed in January, and with our wedding plans well underway, we decided to legally marry beforehand so that I could get on his work-sponsored insurance plan.
So, we requested our marriage license, and on a sunny Friday in June, I became his legal wife. There was no wedding gown or bouquet, no exchange of rings, and no champagne toast. There were no witnesses other than the officiant who performed the ceremony. It was just Brian and me, and it was perfect.
What I realized that day was that I really couldn’t have cared less about a wedding. What mattered to me was that I was marrying the man of my dreams. It was an emotional and scary moment when we exchanged vows. It meant forever. It still does, and it always will.
The best part of our secret marriage was that our *wedding* day was so much more fun because we’d already done the scary part. It was exciting having a secret that few people knew about (including some in our wedding party). I don’t think I’d have changed a thing.
Themocracy
The secret is out now!
I knew the secret, and I didn’t tell.