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When I met my husband, Aaron, I was a little lost. It was 1995 - the height of the grunge era - and I was a hard gothic girl living an alternative lifestyle in Seattle.

At the time, I saw someone who was a kind of loser - and on this top he wasto cheat on me. Frankly, I did not know what I was looking for. He turned out, the answer was Aaron.

One of my friends invited him to my 20th birthday in January 1995. As soon as I saw Aaron, I knew he was different from any other man I had known. He was in the army andmidwest, then he was pretty reserved. He was the refuge for my edgy. Despite our differences, we hit him right away. He said to me later that he knew I was going to be his wife as soon as he saw me.

Aaron dating, I felt like for the first time, I did not have to hide any aspect of my personality or I worried that I was going to scare him. I knew that Aaron would like to love and accept everything. My mother had always said she would know the man I went to marry. When she met Aaron, she told him, "You must marry him before running away."

He proposed a month in the relationship. At the time, we used to play a match with our friends where we spent around the table of paper paintings and write stories by being part of each person with a line. One day, we were playing in a 24-hour truck restaurant and Aaron wrote: "Do you want to marry me?" Of course, I said yes. I kept the note for many years before throwing it angry after divorcing. I would have liked to have it now.

We were married on April 22, 1995, just over three months after our arrival. Our ceremony was at the farm of my parents at a few hours outside Seattle. My father had cleaned their porch and decorated it with flowers everywhere. It was just handsome.

We started trying to try a baby right away, but I had fertility problems because of what I discovered later was endometriosis. Three years later, we had our daughter, Moira, and that's when the problem started.

I really liked being a housewife and a mother. One of the main axes of my current blog,Go homeDo not modern women go down to the evening like "regressive". It's a choice I'm now proud.

But at the time, I felt guilty of not working because I was told to grow that I had to have a career. And, outside the Aaron, everyone - even my own parents told me that I could not "just" be a housewife, even if deep down, it was deep in what I really wanted.

I felt like I could not be the person I wanted to be and I was wrong to project it on Aaron. I started to rebel by returning to my old ways to party and stay all night.

It did not help that after the birth of Medie, my libido decreased. Aaron no longer feels about being attracted to him. As we started drifting, he entered computers and video games. We were both exhausted with these fantastic worlds, which only pushed us to grow further and further.

In 2000, I felt like I was in a marriage by myself, so Iasked for a divorce. It was very painful for Aaron and it was not easy for me either. But I convinced him that it was the best decision of our daughter.

After the divorce, our relationship was very tense. But we were still in the life of the other because of Moira. And once you have the emotional connection, we have once shared, it's hard to cut it really.

Finally, Aaron decided that he was going out of Washington closer to his mother in Louisiana. I started to see someone else, but even my boyfriend at the time knew my heart was with Aaron. At one point, he asked, "Why are you with me? You are obviously still in love with your husband. You have to solve that."

The truth was that I have always loved Aaron because he was a good man and an incredible father. So I took me, and directed to Louisiana and I told Aaron that I wanted to try to work things. He was worried about it, but he wanted to have a relationship with his daughter and for us to live together, so he accepted.

Finally, we settled in Washington. In 2005, we came back on the principle that was what was best for our daughter. But we were always sucking in the same vicious circle. I would like Aaron's party and negligence and needs, and he would disappear in computer games.

Finally, two years ago, he came to me and said he was done. Our daughter was an adult at this point and we really did not feel that we did not have anything in common. "I love you," he said to me, "But I'm not the man I want to be."

Aaron was a calm person. He never said that he was unhappy, so what he did to tell me really shocked. He revealed that he had the impression of having repressed his Christianity throughout our wedding, because I had been pagan since I was 16 years old. (I was high Mormon, but I was diverted from faith during my rebellious teenage years.)

I had always known that Aaron was a Christian, but I did not know that our different beliefs had taken such a toll.

That night, he slept on the couch and I did not leave our room for 24 hours. I have not eaten. I did not sleep. And then, I did something I had never done: I got up on my knees and prayed for my husband. "All I want is for him to be happy and really feel like you're loved," I say, who I was not sure.

The next day, Aaron entered the bedroom and said, "Why are you still with me?" I replied, "Because I love you, you are silly."

From that moment, everything has completely changed. Aaron and I started having a lot of conversations about what Christianity was destined for him and, in my day, I started exploring my own spirituality.

One day, one of my friends invited me to a local church. I had never liked churches or any type of organized religion, but it seemed different. As I stood in the ceremony, I felt the presence of God and I started crying.

I convinced Aaron-who was born baptist - to come back to the church with me. During the ceremony, he turned to me and said, "We found at home."

I was baptized a few months later, just for myself. I told Aaron that I felt like a part of me that I always deleted was finally free. "I waited 22 years old for you to say that," he replied.

Today we are not always going to church on Sunday, but if we do not do it, we spend the day reading the Bible or just to be together. It is a day dedicated to us and our family, when nothing else can have in the way.

Looking back, I realize that I lived my life according to what other people were waiting for me. When I became a Christian, I realized that no one's opinion of another account and that I should live for God, myself and my husband.

I gave myself in Christ. And it made my marriage stronger because so many Christianity focus on looking for yourself. We follow a much more biblical approach to marriage now. We are talking about our strengths and weaknesses. He took a more traditional masculine role and I adopted a more traditional woman. We are complementing now, instead of working against each other.

We finally came together as a team. We have the same goals. We are aligned with our beliefs and what we want to achieve in life. And for the first time in our conjugal life, I feel like we were supposed to be.

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This test was published and condensed for clarity.

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