TinysMom
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I'm really wiped out - so I'll probably come back to this thread later and share the thoughts I've been pondering....but I just had to share a few things now.
Tomorrow is my 29th wedding anniversary. I'm still in shock that we've made it this far. At 18 and 20 we thought we knew it all when we got married - that we could beat the odds (we come from extremely different backgrounds). And so far? We mostly have.
He's a computer geek -I'm not. He is a neatnik at heart - I'm a slob. He can be organized (if the neatnik gene is working) - me? Ha ha ha.
Someonce who didn't like him once said they'd bet a month's paycheck that we wouldn't make it 3 years. We never did see them pay up on that bet. To be honest with you - we wanted to get divorced before the 3 years was up - but we were bound and determined to prove that person wrong. Why? Partly because it was my mom - and she hated Art. (She now adores him and when he invited her to come live with us - she burst into tears about they way she felt about him during the early years of our marriage).
At times - I hate my husband. There are times of the year when it is like an alien invades his body. If I look at him wrong - say the wrong thing - sigh too loud - or whatever - he's ready for a fight. For some reason - that always happens during the late summer/early fall. By October - the alien goes back home - and the man I know and love is back in place. We've seen this happen over and over again for about 15 years now - we pinpointed it 12 years ago. Some years are not so bad - others are horrid.
At other times - I love my husband. He can make me laugh like no one else can. He commented recently about someone who was having a situation with someone else and he said, "Tell them to tell that person to call '1-800-GET-A-LIFE'" and then he started naming off different extensions they could ask for - like "You're a jack*ss" and "They're over you"...etc.
Its funny - sometimes I regret marrying him - because he is the only guy I ever kissed, dated or .... well...you know. I never "knew" anyone else - never dated anyone else.
But now - as I think about my 29th anniversary coming up...I am encouraged and reminded...
There is someone in my life who has CHOSEN to love me - and stay with me all these years. It has been his choice - even when I was horrid to live with.
I guess it gives me hope - for myself - for the whole idea of marriage - when I think about this.
By the way - as I close this - I have to share what he did the other day - it brought tears to my eyes.
I made spaghetti and was letting it set a bit for the sauce to soak into the noodles. I was going to go out and serve supper but come back into my computer to finish what I was doing. I hear a bump at the door -then more bumps. I think it is the dog scratching herself at the door. Then I hear his voice.
I open the door and there he stands....a plate of spaghetti (w/ garlic toast he made to surprise me) - and a candle in a jar (which was getting pretty darn hot) - and a vase with some silk roses I have....ready to set at my computer desk so I could eat and feel a bit "spoiled".
Yeah - I think in spite of the alien that shares his body at times - he's a keeper...
Tomorrow is my 29th wedding anniversary. I'm still in shock that we've made it this far. At 18 and 20 we thought we knew it all when we got married - that we could beat the odds (we come from extremely different backgrounds). And so far? We mostly have.
He's a computer geek -I'm not. He is a neatnik at heart - I'm a slob. He can be organized (if the neatnik gene is working) - me? Ha ha ha.
Someonce who didn't like him once said they'd bet a month's paycheck that we wouldn't make it 3 years. We never did see them pay up on that bet. To be honest with you - we wanted to get divorced before the 3 years was up - but we were bound and determined to prove that person wrong. Why? Partly because it was my mom - and she hated Art. (She now adores him and when he invited her to come live with us - she burst into tears about they way she felt about him during the early years of our marriage).
At times - I hate my husband. There are times of the year when it is like an alien invades his body. If I look at him wrong - say the wrong thing - sigh too loud - or whatever - he's ready for a fight. For some reason - that always happens during the late summer/early fall. By October - the alien goes back home - and the man I know and love is back in place. We've seen this happen over and over again for about 15 years now - we pinpointed it 12 years ago. Some years are not so bad - others are horrid.
At other times - I love my husband. He can make me laugh like no one else can. He commented recently about someone who was having a situation with someone else and he said, "Tell them to tell that person to call '1-800-GET-A-LIFE'" and then he started naming off different extensions they could ask for - like "You're a jack*ss" and "They're over you"...etc.
Its funny - sometimes I regret marrying him - because he is the only guy I ever kissed, dated or .... well...you know. I never "knew" anyone else - never dated anyone else.
But now - as I think about my 29th anniversary coming up...I am encouraged and reminded...
There is someone in my life who has CHOSEN to love me - and stay with me all these years. It has been his choice - even when I was horrid to live with.
I guess it gives me hope - for myself - for the whole idea of marriage - when I think about this.
By the way - as I close this - I have to share what he did the other day - it brought tears to my eyes.
I made spaghetti and was letting it set a bit for the sauce to soak into the noodles. I was going to go out and serve supper but come back into my computer to finish what I was doing. I hear a bump at the door -then more bumps. I think it is the dog scratching herself at the door. Then I hear his voice.
I open the door and there he stands....a plate of spaghetti (w/ garlic toast he made to surprise me) - and a candle in a jar (which was getting pretty darn hot) - and a vase with some silk roses I have....ready to set at my computer desk so I could eat and feel a bit "spoiled".
Yeah - I think in spite of the alien that shares his body at times - he's a keeper...
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