Valentine's Day 1989

[Lord Undies]

I think I have the flu.  I feel like a dried dog turd out in the backyard.

But I had the most amazing dream about Valentine's Day 1989.  So I called my wife.

I never in my wildest imagination would believe that she would know.  She spoke the day from beginning to the end.  I thought I was the one holding the memory. 

That day was wild.  I took off from my life and spent the entire day with her.  We had sex fifteen times....she corrected me...it was fourteen times.....I took her to Zale's Jewelers at Big Town and bought her the Hope Diamond, so to speak.

It was such a wonderful day.  I didn't know she would remember it twenty years later.  I thought I could surprise her with my memory.  No can do.  She knew details I had long forgetten.

Damn women are smart.  I was just a tool that day.   

[jtyangel]

You weren't a tool...you got your 'hope diamond' and she got hers. 

[Lord Undies]

It's so much fun to remember.  We have been married 38 years this June.  I was sixteen going on seventeen and she was an eighteen year old married woman. 

The guy beat the hell out of her.  They lived together three weeks.  She and he got married on Oct. 3, 1970.  We married June 3, 1971.  Her divorce was final on June 1st.

Actually, our first date was on Valentine's Day 1971.  My wife's girlfriend, who wanted me to drive because I had a car, told my wife to leave me alone.  I was spoken for.  My wife loves a challenge.  We have been together everyday since then. We haven't seen that girlfriend in over thirty years.  My wife is still showing her who's the boss.   

[Lord Undies]

Yes, I was sixteen when I graduated high school (I started first grade when I was five - in Houston.  My mom and dad were apart at the time and my mom LIED so she wouldn't have to ring up daycare.  It was also the year Houston schools went on punch card computers (1959). They screwed up my name. I was forever backwards throughout my school career.  My middle name was my first name, etc.). 

I was nine days shy of seventeen when I married my wife.  My mother, who died the next year, signed for me.  She said she never knew what was right before, but she knew this was right. 

We got our oldest son shortly after he was born on the last day of November.  My mother died the following September.  My oldest son is the only one of my kids she got to see, and hold.  She fed him vanilla waffers.  My wife was horrified!

My baby boy is SOOOO middle aged now.  He's going to be thirty-eight on the last day of November this year.  He has a son who will be seventeen on the last day of December this year.  He has a daughter who will be a teenager this year.

I love hearing him bitch and complain.  He was such a handful in his day. I love the payback.  He is four times the tightass I was.     

[Toastedturningtidelegs]

You weren't a tool...you got your 'hope diamond' and she got hers. 

15 times apparently!

[9outof10]

Congrats LU. Almost 40 years of marriage. You know something that I am not capable of learning. My marriage lasted 9 years. Should have been less. In the 8 years that followed, the best I can muster in a relationship is 6 months.

[DixieBelle]

LU, I love hearing you talk about you and the Missus and the kids and grandkids and assorted family members you've taken in.

I'm turning 39 in Nov this year and my own parents got married in 1970 at the ripe old age of 17 and 18. I made my debut some 7 months later

My parents divorced when I was in grade school but they have always remained close and friendly. Heck, my dad is part of the family (mom remarried in 1988). They have always included each other in their lives and while we're a motley crew, we're all family. Holidays and family events are shared and it's assumed that my dad will have a seat at the table. And he's been very good to my mom and stepdad too.

It does my heart good to hear your stories and makes me realize that my parents probably felt the same way about each other way back when. Even in the best circumstances, it helps to know they loved each other like that and it wasn't just about the little one (me) on the way. They have shown me that's the case through their thoughts and deeds over the years but I still like hearing it. Reading your stories helps too because I have little to no memories of them as a married couple. Just memories of them being cordial and friendly co-parents who were always sitting next to each other at family functions but weren't a "couple" any more.