This is a semi-fictional story.
He was her first kiss. Her first real date. Her first boyfriend. Her first love.
He was the first boy she introduced to her parents. The first guy who was allowed into her room. The first one to really get her.
They went to different high schools, but were both entering junior year when they met while working at the same summer job. It was his goofy sense of humor, she will tell you, that she first noticed. He made her laugh. It was, however, his exceptional manners that won over her parents.
Everyone thought that they would break up while in college, that the distance would be the end of them. But it wasn’t. They survived and thrived during four years in neighboring cities (they weren’t really that far apart) and the years of medical school.
Somewhere between medical school and their residency they had the big wedding. Her family and his family, her friends and his, they were all there.
Shortly after she decided not to become a doctor and transferred to a research track. Regular hours. Lower stress. More time for the husband.
Almost every member of her family was dismayed. They were all convinced he was at fault somehow. That she wasn’t able to pursue his dream and it was due to him.
Despite their disapproval, she’s very happy with her career and her life. And she lived happily ever after… one day at a time.