Spring was supposed to be a beautiful time where flowers are blooming bright and new life is celebrated with warmth; nevertheless, spring of 2016 has nothing but dreary.
After losing my dream job, I’ve been going to bed in tears and waking up in tears. At night I have a fear of going to bed, and during the day I fear to wake up in the morning.
To my surprise, that was only the beginning.
Losing a job could mean that I’d not be afford to pay my bills and care for my dog or myself. My frugal lifestyle finally paid off at such a detrimental time like this, but literary paying off my expenses with my long protected savings account. I talked to the landlord’s assistant in tears; gladly, she was able to let me out of my lease.
Feeling a lot relieved, I stopped shaking, but it was only mere seconds before the next problem came up in my head-Where am I going to go next?
“I still want to marry you.”
Hector said to me as I sat lifelessly while a cloud of depression cast over my face with dried up tears lined up on my cheeks. Soon after I heard what he said, my eyes went watery again. It was beyond words that he still saw me as a beautiful, confident, and prosper woman when I was at such miserable state.
I still wanted to respect Hector’s wishes to not live in together until we are man and wife, but as my lease was broken with no funds due to a job loss, I was left no where else to go. We spent a few days drafting up changes to our life time plan and decided to just go ahead and apply for our marriage certificate, and postpone the wedding plan until I am in a better state. As we were still committed with our decision to get married, we continued attending pre-marital counseling with Hector’s dad, a long time pastor and a 20-year veteran. He understood the complication in our situations, and offered to cover the food and the facility of the wedding if we were to host it at his church in the future.
During the application process, we learned that we must have an officiant to sign our certificate after performing a civil ceremony. Fortunately, I got a referral for an affordable officiant after performing photography for a friend’s wedding. In addition, through my fellow photographer peers and acquaintances, one of them volunteered to capture the moment for me when I jumped the broom.
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On April 25, 2016, Hector took a long lunch break from work, and I grabbed the only white dress I could find in my closet; we gathered at the River Walk along with a handful of friends and family members and said our oath. My friend brought a bouquet for me as a surprise as she showed up.
Although the marriage came off as abruptly and was a huge surprise to many friends and family, we still received endless of blessings and accolades. In addition, we received bits and pieces of help from friends that made me feel grateful. It was truly heart-touching to see the support from everyone, and felt that I was not alone and someone cares about my well being.
However, the misfortune did not stop there, and it just kept coming.
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