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Oops, I Married A Con Artist, Part Two
A Dream Wedding
The day was pristine, the air crystalline,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and the sea around us a sparkling turquoise as we spoke our vows to one another. Overlooking the ocean from the Captain's bow, we could see forever-this was a beautiful prelude to our future life together. It was August 7,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], 2000. Because this was a second marriage for each of us, we agreed a quiet wedding cruise would be romantic. Frank arranged for Sophie to have a private room onboard ship so that she could be my maid of honor. I can still envision our breathtaking wedding on the ship floating on the Caribbean Sea. It was simple, elegant, and tranquil-a heaven-sent marriage.
I vowed to dedicate all my being toward my husband's happiness. Once home,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], even the mundane took on a quality of special-ness. Frank took us to church, to dinner, and on movie dates. He continued to court me, politely including Sophie. Frank remembered holidays,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], birthdays,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and anniversaries with flowers. Following our wedding, he booked a honeymoon cruise for later. My perfect husband had come to life.
Peace, as tranquil as the eye of a storm, enveloped our household. It was interrupted only by the normal minor adjustments each of us had to make to married life. Then Frank was promoted to major. I was disappointed when I was not invited to the ceremony. "At the last minute, my team flew in from Washington D.C. I barely knew about it," Frank explained. He atoned by hosting a dinner and inviting non-military friends to celebrate his new rank. Then came 911. The Air Force put Frank on "red alert" for a combat mission to Afghanistan.
On September 18, my major rose early and kissed me good-bye. Proudly,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I posted Frank's photo amidst the other servicemen's photos on our church bulletin board and fervently prayed for my major to come home alive. He arrived home ten days later. I noted others were gone longer. Back from a top-secret mission, I tried to decode his dark moods and silence. Just part of his responsible nature, I reasoned. He often reminded me of his top-secret clearance and I...I just submitted to his stifling gag order.
The Honeymoon Is Over
Tension arose in our marriage when I began to pressure Frank for dependent military identification. Sophie needed an athletic physical and I needed dental work. But Frank dragged his feet about finalizing our military benefits,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych].
Then there was the delayed honeymoon. As I was finally and happily packing for the cruise, Frank cracked his tooth on a fruitcake nutshell. We cancelled the trip just hours before we were to leave. Everyone knew the ship's onboard dentist could have taken care of Frank's tooth,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but he refused to go. And I cried my heart out. Our honeymoon trip was over before it started.
I began to be besieged by mounting insecurities and suspicions. I ask Frank to join me in marriage counseling so that we could confront trust issues and financial concerns. He said the problem was mine-that I had not yet overcome my fear of trusting men. In good faith,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I had shared my assets with Frank and conveyed half interest in my home to him; but it seemed he wasn't willing to share anything with me. What was mine was ours,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and what was his was still his. To assuage my fears,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he finally agreed to attend marriage counseling with Dr. T.
This Article is continued in Oops,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I Married a Con Artist-Part Three
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