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It’s hard to believe my husband and I have been married for two years.  So much has happened since June 9th, 2007 it’s difficult to know where to start.  Time has gone by so fast that it seems like longer, and in ways I feel like a completely different person.

Two years ago last night, I was having what we now call my bridal freak out.  After screaming at my loved ones and loudly venting the frustrations that had built up during wedding planning, I called my husband-to-be.  He could barely understand anything I said over the phone, because I was speaking in high-pitched squeaks interspersed with deep breaths.  Part of him was worried that I wouldn’t show up the next day.  I’m sure he got a great night’s sleep!  I, on the other hand, was given my own bed in the hotel room I shared with my mom and sister in an attempt to get more sleep than the two hours I had gotten the night before.  Plus, I think they were both terrified of me after the yelling rant.  In fact, I think the whole hotel was terrified.

The next morning, I had only a few requests.  One was for my brother to go get us jamba juice and einstein’s bagles for breakfast.  Next, I needed a nice long shower followed by extensive “getting ready” time so that I wouldn’t be stressed out or rushed.  I had planned to do my own makeup and hair.  Being a makeup artist, I was anal enough to not want anyone else doing it, and I found it to be very calming.  Eventually I and the other girls were ready to go to the nuptial destination to take photos before the ceremony.  My only real regret on the bridal side of things was that I should really have gotten more comfortable shoes, since I ended up wearing flip flops for most of the evening, and that I should have lost ten pounds so that my dress wasn’t so stifling.

The wedding ceremony and reception were absolutely beautiful, and I am forever grateful to those who helped it be the success it was.  It truly was a surreal experience that I wish could have lasted days instead of hours. 

During the two years that followed, I have gone through several life changes.  I suffered unbearable insomnia that threatened my husband’s normally sound sleep.  I went through a difficult period of adjustment and post-nuptial depression.  I, we, paid off several thousands of dollars in debt.  I reformed my spending habits.  I became incredibly lazy.  After giving it quite a go in the Bay Area, I gave up pursuing a career in film.  I gained weight, I lost weight.  I got braces.  We got a puppy.  I have begun to enjoy the simple things in life.

I’m incredibly proud of my personal growth over the past two years and our growth as a couple.  While it hasn’t always been easy, it has been incredibly rewarding and I wouldn’t trade it for any other experience.

Happy anniversary Sweetbean!

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For several months after getting married, I suffered from a moderate form of depression. It took me a really long time to figure out that what I was feeling was actually related to getting married and the wedding itself. There seems to be little research done on the subject, with most publications or articles I’ve found calling the phenomenon post-wedding, post-nuptial or post-honeymoon blues. In some ways I find writing off depression as any old case of the blues to be rather aggravating. For several months, depending on the day, I would actually go from mild to severe depression. This was a constant state of being that wouldn’t just go away. I am doing a lot better now, but it was a real emotional process that I had to work through personally and still deal with every once in a while.

Most of the internet research I have done states that one in ten women experience post-nuptial depression – PND – after their wedding. I was honestly comforted to hear this. For a while, I thought I was either going crazy or had a serious problem. Just one month after the wedding, I began to go down a road of withdrawal from social activity. I had volunteered to be part of my company’s softball team but was finding myself not wanting to go to the once-a-week, hour-long games. All I really wanted to do was go home after work and sit on the couch. I stopped exercising. I even stopped talking to people I cared about, like my mom and my friends. It was all I could do to go to work every day. Wasn’t that enough? It got to the point where I was barely functioning on a minimal basis and began to self-medicate daily. I wasn’t self-medicating to the extreme, but I did begin to consider drinking 3-4 glasses of wine a night normal. My husband didn’t appreciate this. He didn’t really like that I never wanted to do anything and thought that I was drinking too much. That would make me angry and want another glass of wine out of spite, which, as you can obviously guess, is not a good thing. I really didn’t feel like he understood me. I really couldn’t explain myself in a rational manner, either, mostly because I couldn’t even figure out what was wrong. I just knew how I felt.

After my doctor advised I get a counselor to work out the life changes that were affecting my emotions and causing me to self-medicate, I decided to do some research on depression. Here are a few definitions from Wikipedia:

Clinical Depression: A common psychiatric disorder, characterized by a persistent lowering of mood, loss of interest in usual activities and diminished ability to experience pleasure.

Postpartum Depression: A form of clinical depression which can affect woman, and less frequently men, after childbirth.

There was no definition for post-nuptial depression. Although there has been significantly more research done on postnatal depression, I find similarities within my own experience that make me think PND may be on the same level as postpartum. Both forms of depression affect mainly women and follow a major life-event – a stressful, life-changing event. I think that it’s only a matter of time before more research is done, and we’ll find out for sure. Whatever you call it, it’s still depression.

If you are suffering from PND, you still need to get treatment of some kind. My doctor recommended for me to go see a therapist, not to get medication, but to work through the issues affecting me. She also recommended that I stop self-medicating. While I haven’t actually gone to a therapist, I have done a bit of research and stopped self-medicating. So far, things have gotten better. Every once in a while I will get depressed, but it seems to not last as long. Now that I recognize why I feel the way I do, it is easier to confront and work through difficult issues when they crop up.

My husband knew I was in debt when he proposed, he just didn’t know how bad it really was.  I tried hard to brush off my credit card spending habits and appropriately blame them on not making enough money to begin with.  Being a full-time student with two part-time jobs, making nickels and dimes was hard enough without having to defend a $100 clothing purchase at the local mall.

Spending inevitably got out of control when I began to plan our wedding.  My parents have been in the middle of a cross-continental war since they divorced 10 years ago, so I would have shot myself in the foot before I would have gone begging for money.  But, that’s a story for another day.  When it came to the wedding, I knew the one thing I would regret the most would be skimping on a photographer.  Neither of my parents, or stepmom for that matter, really thought that photography was worth spending money on.  One day, the perfect photographer emailed me!  I took some time to check out his online portfolio and knew it was meant to be.  I just didn’t realize how much it would cost.  Along with the couture dress that I bought on an unaccompanied, nervous whim, photography was the most expensive thing my husband and I are still paying for, aside from the honeymoon.

I don’t know how it gets so out of control, and I don’t know why I keep making excuses, but credit card debt can be the source of all evil for a newlywed couple.  You hear it everywhere that money is one of the biggest causes for married couples to fight.  Well, it’s true.  I would have never fought with myself over my massive amount of debt.  I could justify even the most expensive soap!  Plus, he could have never really done anything about my debt before we were married, because our finances and credit scores weren’t tied together.  Whether you want it or not, these issues surface with a big fat whack-in-the-face after the big day!  Take this commercial, for example.  This is us!  Not literally, of course, but every time that commercial airs on TV, I try to shrink into the sofa.

One day, somehow, something possessed me to tell him how much debt I actually had… for real.  The days of underestimation and avoidance were gone.  No turning back.  I think it was the first time my husband was actually speechless (he likes to talk a lot).  In all seriousness, though, it was a huge weight off my shoulders, not to mention a very emotional breakthrough.  But, the elephant in the room had inadvertently stepped on him.  It was not a quick and painless recovery.  What seemed like days later, we had a very structured, aggressive and efficient debt-payoff plan that would put us debt-free within a year.  And you know what?  I am actually very excited to get the debt paid off and live plastic free!

It just so happens to be the one day that’s set aside throughout the year to celebrate love.  It also happens to be the first Valentine’s Day my husband and I are spending together – married.  Call it coincidence or call it fate, but today’s the day I’ve decided to tell you the story of my newlywed life.  It’s not sugar-coated, and it’s not super-depressing.  It just is what it is. 

If you’re anything like me, you were probably really excited that you finally found the man of your dreams after years of finding the wrong man, over and over.  I had basically given up on love and marriage and was preparing myself to end up a Sex in the City spinster, hopefully living in some fab metropolitan city like New York, and pursuing the career I always knew I was meant to have.  Things didn’t turn out quite as dreary as I thought, because one day I met the guy who embodied exactly everything I had put on the list of characteristics I wanted in a perfect mate.  He was smart, romantic, a good listener, good looking… blah, blah, blah.  You get the point.  In fact, he was so perfect, it kind of freaked me out for a while.  He even shared my viewpoints on not wanting to get married and not wanting to be in a serious relationship.  Well, after a couple of weeks of bliss, our reluctance to enter into a serious relationship deteriorated as we spent every waking, breathing moment together we possible could. 

Eventually all of this blissful dating lead to a proposal, a wedding and a marriage.  So, today we celebrate that sequence of events in our first married Valentine’s Day!  At least we will when he gets home from class at 9:30 tonight.