September 12th, 2025

One of the things I really want to document with this blog is my journey to motherhood particularly as I approach the ripe old ‘geriatric’ age for motherhood of 35. That journey, of course, starts with how I met my husband.

First, some childhood context. I grew up for the most part as the only child of a verbally and mentally abusive father and a mother who put up with it for 20 years too long. I was very adamant in my teenage years that I didn’t want a family, husband or children. I never saw the benefit of either as my exposure to marriage and parenthood was negative.

As a result, I had to do a lot of self work in my 20s and began the process of healing my childhood trauma, which included having to reset my way of thinking about martial relationships, etc. After graduate school, I really started making time for myself and my health, mental and physical, and started learning to love who I was/am.

I was finally happy. At 26 years old, I was starting to live my life – not trying to please my father’s outlandish requirements, not being my mother’s keeper, not hiding from the past. I was fulfilled. I was radiating joy and it felt so good. That’s when I realized I didn’t have any friends, I had never really dated (just a summer’s fling) and maybe it was time to put myself out into the world.

I had a fun position in the retirement community I still work at as the enrichment assistant, taking our residents on outings and throwing parties and hosting activities. It’s a big community with 250 plus residents and as many staff, but there was one person who caught my attention – the quiet I.T. guy.

When I first started working, I was the weekend receptionist and I was still in school, so I was pretty laser focused on my studies and hadn’t really had the mental resources to notice him like he had noticed me. As I gathered momentum in my new position and started settling in, I got my own work station and needed a computer and desk phone. He later told me that he made it a point to be the one to get me all set up and personally answer every ticket for help I put in.

After a few months, I did the normal thing and Facebook stalked him. I always loved to be in the woods and grew up on 25 acres of land with a man-made pond, so when I saw pictures on his wall of a nature trail, I ‘liked’ them. I also ask about the ducks I saw in the picture and made a statement somewhere along the lines of ‘I’d love to see them (the ducks) in person sometime’.

The next weekend I was out in nature with him, hiking and getting to know him. We went to see a play a few days later, and by the following Friday we had our first dinner date. That was 2018 and we’ve been inseparable ever since.

We dated a little over a year and on Christmas Eve 2019, he asked me to marry him.

There really is nothing like being married to your best friend. He has supported me through shifts at work, a second graduate degree, and health struggles. I couldn’t ask for a better partner in life.

He has made me believe that I am worthy of love, and that a happy marriage and childhood is possible. That’s why after years of doubt, I am just starting my journey to motherhood. Finding the right person to share your life with and to start a family with is so important. I luckily enough found mine.

So, this marks the beginning of my journey.

My hope is to continue to update this page with happy news in the near future 🤞 so stay tuned!

Until then, this is Mythologically Me, signing out.

👽 Aline 💜