Wife to an Englishman

I survived my first four years in the big scary city, Johannesburg...

After my internship, I have decided to immediately open my own practice.  I thought I have nothing to loose and to be honest, I didn’t really thought it would be a success, in fact, I was hoping it would not be, because then I had an excuse to go overseas.  But needless to say, it turned out to be a great success and it is still going strong.  But yes, it did go hand-in-hand with lots of hard work, long hours and no social life.  My mother started to get worried about me and thought I was going to become a spinster.  Everybody I knew was wanting to set me up and I had several unsuccessful blind dates, to the point where I refused any blind date.  

A few years later, I met a guy...

Yes, you have guessed it, a patient of mine.  But to back myself a little bit… it was a sort of setup by his sister and an employee of mine.  I still believe it is one of the nicest love stories even though it is my own love story.  He was in a motorbike accident with all sorts of injuries and he needed rehabilitation and his sister who was a patient at my practice, told him that he should see nobody other than myself.  But unfortunately, I have heard it was a setup and I closed myself completely for any possibility of a potential relationship and I have decided from the word go, that he was not my type.   

Long story short...

We got on so well and after only a few treatment sessions, he asked me out on a date.  

And yes, the rest is history...

Since our first date, we spent every single day together.  It wasn’t long, and we have decided to move in together.  

And yes, you guessed again...

He was an Englishman.  And yes, the guy I said was not my type, then became my husband…  the Englishman!  And yes, we are happily married, and I do speak English to him and in public now, and yes, he does understand me, or so he says!

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