So me and the Hubster will be celebrating 10 years of marriage this September, sadly that also means I’ll be “celebrating” 10 years with this MonSter in November.

Our wedding was epic. It wasn’t hugely fancy and I’m not one of those gushy girls that thinks everything is AMAZING, please don’t make me throw up 🤮. But it was a fucking good day. It was meant to be reasonably small – 80 people to the day rising to 150 for the evening, only husband-to-be got a bit carried away with the invites and the evening was easily over 250 people. It was the shortest ceremony known to man followed by a meal because “that’s what you do” but really it was all just a precursor to the bar opening and everyone getting shit-faced and having a bloody good night!

And that’s exactly what we all did. The whole of our MX family joined us to celebrate along with friends and family. I drank all day and all night and danced until the dye from my shoes coloured my feet purple! I barely saw my new husband until we went to bed at around 1am, I was too busy on the dance floor throwing shapes with my hen-party bitches. It really was the best day.

This all happened before my diagnosis, we had no idea what was lurking in my body until about 6 weeks later when I woke up one morning blind in one eye (see previous blog “How It All Started”) My poor husband got to enjoy a “well” wife for all of a few weeks, bless his heart. When it all came crashing down around us I absolutely did not want this life for him and offered him a “free pass” – go now if you want to, don’t wait until life gets shitty. But he never did, he stuck by me and I love him all the more for it. I’m grateful for him everyday, especially now MS has really fucked me over. Don’t worry, that’s as gushy as this is gonna get – no sick bucket needed!