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Jeannie Ewing's avatar

Ok, I have a TON of thoughts here.

First, the photo with the little heart between you both - and this was before everyone deliberately made hearts out of their joined fingers!

Second, I read recently that sensitive artists tend to connect well with engineers. I'm not sure what your Myers-Briggs Type Indicator is, but mine is INFJ. And so much of your self-description about how insecure you felt and reserved, I felt exactly the same way. Also, I am a sensitive artist like you are, and my husband is an engineer like yours is.

Third, Ben and I also had a long- distance relationship! We met on a dating website in 2006, long before smartphones and apps existed. He was living and working in New Mexico, and I was a grad student in Indiana. Over the course of not quite a year, we traveled back and forth to see each other and finally married. I tell people it was a courtship more than dating.

Fourth, your story here reminds me of a Modern Love column, especially regarding the cultural expectations placed upon you by your family of origin. I wonder if you've ever considered writing with the intention of pitching to the NYT for this column?

Fifth, I also believe in synchronicity! And I'm seeing more and more overlay between your story and mine.

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Dena Thompson's avatar

I feel such connection with you, on so many levels. I was neither planned nor wanted as a child, to the point that my family's doctor offered to adopt me. (What really shocked me was my mother's willingness to tell me about the adoption offer, when I was still in grade school.) My grandmother, who lived with us, never missed an opportunity to remind me of how much a second child had cost my father, how much work I caused her, and how my birth had damaged my mother's health, resulting in yet more medical bills my father couldn't afford to pay. Scant wonder that I couldn't wait to leave my parents' home, the town where I grew up and everything involved in my childhood.

Decades later, my then husband and I and our children moved to Des Moines, where he had a good job at a local hospital. What I didn't know was that he also had not one, but three girlfriends at the hospital - one from each work shift. Within a few years, my marriage was over and it felt like my entire family was falling apart. Then, in 1997, I met someone online, and we started to get to know each other. He had deep roots in Iowa City, and we spent a lot of time there. I can't help wondering if I ever saw you there during your time at the U of I. He and I are still together. Meeting him and taking a chance on creating a new relationship is the best thing I ever did. But it was incredibly random. We're a most unlikely couple. And yet, we're not. As you say, there are really no accidents in life.

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