Fiorella was watching a TV short about how various women had met their husbands, which, of course, made her brain dive back into the time when she first met her husband.
It was a blind date that was set up by your girl's roommate, who seemed to know every male within twenty miles. But while Roomie was being whisked off to neck in dark corners, Fio was being courted in plain sight by a flashy fraternity boy who drove a fast car and introduced her to vodka and The Hobbit.
He also proposed marriage to her as their relationship deepened--and she accepted.
Fiorella's parents were shocked. They had expected their daughter would follow her mother's path, that she would finish college and get a good job--like teaching in high school--before settling down to motherhood. Husband's family reacted the same way, informing your girl's parents that they had "other plans" for their son. But love won over, and Fiorella was married in the middle of summer, had a short honeymoon, then enrolled for fall classes.
Somehow, Fio and husband managed to do well in college, and both had good jobs afterword. Interestingly enough, your girl got the same kind of employment that her mother had had--teaching--but her classes were in colleges. Yep, Fiorella is Ph.D, summa cum laude, etcetera, etcetera....
Life is hard--your girl won't tell you that it's easy to manage a husband, classes, and various last-minute dogs at the same time, but somehow Fio and Husband--often assisted by Husband's parents, moved ever upward until they had their own home kids, and dogs.
Then, four years ago, despite the kids and the dog, and even the Miata and Mercedes, Husband died, and and Fiorella wept.
That wasn't how this story was supposed to end.
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