I married Milagros on April 28, 2012 at San Agustin church in downtown Arequipa, Peru.
By the time I moved to Colombia, the partying was taking its toll. I was depressed and quit drinking. I even entered AA. In those months I constantly thought about her, all the things she said, the moments we shared.
In October 2011, I needed a new visa to reside in Colombia. I chose to apply for one in Peru specifically so I could visit Milagros. The very first night, we were back together just like before. It was like we hadn’t missed a day. I told her I love her and we were going to be together. I didn’t know how, whether she’d come to Colombia or I’d come to Peru, but we’d be together. I also told her about this blog and my past. She had to know everything. She accepted it, but on one condition: “Nada de droga.”
Then I was pseudo-deported and couldn’t return to Colombia for the remainder of 2011. It honestly didn’t bother me. I looked at it as a sign that God wanted me to be with Milagros. I went back to Arequipa and we shacked up. The contrast in lifestyle was sharp. I went from a hectic, urban, bachelor lifestyle in Bogota to being domesticated without even a place to go every day. I ate home-cooked meals. We went to bed early. We watched movies. Nights out were either us going out for one of her cousins’ birthdays, or me drinking with her old man.
I don’t remember how the marriage discussion was brought up. But with the detox, a stable home life and a great girl, I decided to go with my gut. I love her. I married her.
I went back to Bogota in January to pick up my things that were left in the apartment I had continued paying rent on. I brought it back in February and we’ve been living together ever since. A wild night these days is a big meal with dessert and a DVD. Eating Peruvian food every day!
Here are some wedding pics.
P.S. Her father is a career police officer. I told him everything before the wedding, and we get along great. He’s a hard man, hard face, hard life, and I think he’s perfect to help keep me in line.