I thought it was worth every penny for us.
We learned a lot.
How to fight. Who we are. Our priorities. Our fantasies. Our dreams. How to handle money together.
I even recommended it to my non-Catholic friends.
Hell, I would recommend it to anyone who was even remotely thinking of getting married.
But then, I was pissed.
I was pissed that Roger had died.
We took all the right steps in preparing for marriage.
We did it right.
As some of our friends were struggling with their marriage, we were enjoying the married life.
And partly because we took marriage seriously.
And secondly because we did our premarital counseling.
I was pissed that I had worked so hard.
Hard to be the perfect wife.
Hard to be a better person.
And all for a marriage that ended almost as quickly as it started.
But in the last couple of months, I have realized something new.
All that premarital counseling, it did not just benefit Roger and me.
It benefits Mr. X and me.
It benefits my friends and me.
It benefits my family and me.
It benefits just me.
I am a better person through one part of premarital counseling, two parts of grief counseling, and a twenty parts of widow-ness.
I am (slightly) more patient.
I am more understanding.
I can admit when I am wrong.
I can see other points of view.
I am still benefiting from that premarital weekend back in February 2007.
I know more about me.
I know more about others.
Of course, I still have more to learn.
And I will definitely do it again.
Because it was and is worth it.