Eleven years ago today I became Mrs. LaToya Cotton. It’s interesting how things still affect you. I never thought I’d make it through the demise of my marriage but today I’m reminded of how happy I was on my wedding day or how happy I’d really wan
ted to be. One of my favorite aunt’s (whom I spent what I thought would be my last night as Ms. Davidson with) told me that I didn’t have to get married. She said that to me on the eve of my wedding! I was sick with a cold but was, at the tender age of 19, sure that I would make it work and that the cold was no omen. We would make it work. I’d like to say, oh, I wish I’d listened to her but I suppose one can’t really regret what only ultimately makes them the person they are. I loved Braxton. Yes, we were young but I could see myself being with him forever. At least, the forever that’s perceivable through the eyes of a 19 year old. Continue reading “I Do: What a Difference 11 Years Makes”