My ex-husband, John, was a curse. I only married him because I was pregnant. I never listened to anyone back then – my parents, my relatives or my colleagues from the university. Everyone was shocked when I decided to marry John because here I was, a very good looking, well-off girl marrying a very poor man from the south. It sounds a bit prejudice, but it’s true; people from the north of Romania just didn’t marry people from the south.
But that’s exactly what I was going to do, marry John. I was pregnant with his child and it was the right thing to do.
We applied for our marriage license on August 4, 1967, in the village of Ditesti where John’s family lived, and were married on September 2, 1967, in Cluj. It was during my third year of college, and I designed and made my own wedding dress.
Three days before the wedding, I had second thoughts and wanted to run away. I don’t know why I didn’t do it. I don’t have much of an excuse other than I was pregnant and realized my life would be changed forever. I wasn’t very happy with my fate, but I went through with it, and we had an amazing wedding and reception, which was held in one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city.
My father gave us a car and a house as wedding presents. The whole town talked about the Renault 16 he gave me, a wonderful French car that was burgundy, beautiful, and brand new.
John’s parents gave us a set of silver spoons and knives. They didn’t have much money, but I knew they made an effort to come to the wedding and give us a gift. They were such good people, and I was so appreciative of them.
But I wasn’t very excited about my marriage to John. The prospect of having a baby was exciting, though. I was sure it was going to be my salvation, and that it would become the glue for our marriage.
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