I am bewildered by how much I refer to him as "my husband". Well, he is. But it's not as if we have been together so long that I have subconsciously called him that even before. There's a lot to get used to.

Quite literally, we were strangers to each other. Yet, the stars own secrets in the form of fate, aligning us for just one moment while the two of us were searching for love, exploring options on a dating site.

Without a hi, he texted, 'Will you marry me?'

Who would fall for this absurdity? Me, of course. Desperate to find someone to be home with and not one to miss an opportunity, I agreed to tie the knot for eternity. Or at least, until divorce.

Now that I think about it... What a way to start a relationship.