Marriage after relinquishing a child--a good man helps

Celebrating our 25th anniversary 

Today is our 33rd wedding anniversary and after we did a quick stop at a church yard sale this morning and had coffee downtown outdoors--I thought about how my unknown daughter--unknown when we married--was a part of our lives from the very first time Tony and I met. Some of you know the story because I've told it before but today it's much on my mind.

We met at a Sunday brunch in February, introduced by a mutual friend, Gael McCarthy. We had both been on The Daily Collegian at Wayne State University in Detroit, and we both ended up in

Getting married after giving up a baby

Lorraine

After I relinquished my daughter to the great unknown that is adoption, after her father went back to his wife (for a couple of years), after I was tossed and turned by the emotional turmoil that hung to me, I met a young man and married him. He was five years younger than me and still in college. We met during the summer and married seven months later during spring break of his junior year. His parents were not happy, to say the least.

I'm not going to say that I was not in love with him; I was. But in looking back at that marriage, I cannot avoid the conclusion that I married him partly because I was so burned out and looked to marriage as a kind of salvation from feeling so bad about myself.