My story begins with a longing for the man in my life to be my husband. I moved to New York from Texas 2 years ago after a tragedy and met my soulmate the next day. We have been inseparable every since.
On September 11, I became a survivor of the World Trade Center attack. My building was destroyed along with many other things. My life was destroyed this day; I lost my job, lost friends and would not leave my home for months. During this time, the love of my life provided all the support and understanding I needed during my breakdown. Though it was difficult for him to understand since he was not present to witness the attacks, he did everything in his power to show me the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. That light is him.
More than ever, we want desperately to become husband and wife, but I no longer have a job and he makes next to nothing as an apprentice to a plumber. But we know that love will get us through anything.
For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of the day I would wed my soulmate. The picture is different now – the gown, the people, the reception are no longer a reality. We can’t even afford simple rings for one another. We don’t really care about the material aspect of a wedding anymore, but to not be able to have a ring is crushing to me. A ring is a constant symbol of love. I guess I would like to make one last-ditch effort to make my dream come true.