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I remember that I once told my mother that I'm never going to marry a man with a moustache and a beard and that I'm never going to have children. I was only sixteen and starting school in a new town. Little did I know that my life was about to change.
I ended up getting exactly what I told my mother I didn't want, but sometimes what you don't want is exactly what you need. God knew better, because what I did want proved to be not good for me in the end.
I was in the centre of two once best friends, falling in love with one and ending up marrying the other one you didn't fall in love with (who by the way grew a moustache and beard!) 
It would have been funny if it wasn't for the circumstances in which it happened. That is irony for you.

Silent Angel