I knew all about marriage on my wedding day in June 1987. I had read lots of books and had met with the pre-marital counselor at least 5 or 6 times.
I knew all about my husband. We started as good friends and dated for 5 years. I loved his family, and he loved mine. We both loved God, Auburn football, and Ronald Reagan.
We were set.
So why was I throwing up almost the entire night before our wedding? Continue reading