The day I got married in the summer of 2000, my first marriage ended.
I had a daughter.
My husband was gone.
My kids were grown.
The day after my wedding, I was asked to marry my daughter in the name of the man who had left me and my husband.
It was a solemn moment, but I was a woman who, after a divorce, could never fully accept the fact that the love that I had been waiting for since my childhood had gone.
After I went to see my former husband for the first time, I had to tell him I was no longer single.
But then I realized that this was my first true love, my true family, my family that I never wanted to lose.
I could have stayed single forever, but that day in 2000, I took a step toward my true love.
Today, I am grateful to be a part of the world that is full of love, for the love I have been waiting to feel.
And because of that, I’m glad that I was able to get married in a country that is very tolerant and welcoming of same-sex couples.