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Once again I’m having problems with spacing between paragraphs. I’ve been fooling with this long enough. I’m publishing it anyway. Apologies if it’s hard to read.

Sunday June 21st is our anniversary. That day will be 30 years since we met and 23 years since we became husband and wife. I’m not a bit surprised that we’re still together. We both made up our minds long ago that “’til death do us part” was the only way for us. I do think it’s that simple to stay together. Just making up your mind, not quitting or giving up when things get hard. And they will get hard.

Things that used to bother me about Greg no longer do. Or else I’ve just mellowed or learned to accept them. Other things will always bother me about him. I’m sure he could say the same thing about me. Overall, Greg has been a wonderful husband. There are things that have happened that no doubt would have made others throw in the towel and leave. The people who say they would “never put up with” things from a spouse are single for a reason. The people I know who aren’t married will often say they are happy to be alone. I can see how that could be true. However, most of them are desperately lonely. To the point of being willing to date a married man or just lamenting how they’ll end up alone in a house full of cats. The reason people never marry is because they don’t want to have to compromise or give in to someone else. They don’t want to have to put someone else’s needs ahead of their own on a regular basis. I don’t blame them but they have to realize that is what marriage is. The only way you can do everything you want all the time and be married is if you have one of those marriages where you both do your own thing. You don’t eat meals together, the guy goes out with the boys and you spend evenings with the girls. You take separate vacations, shop apart and never talk face to face. That to me is not a marriage.

My hubby and I do as much together as possible. We always have. We enjoy each other’s company to the fullest and are best friends. We like most of the same things with only occasional differences. We still have conflicts. Some have been the same ones from 30 years ago that never get resolved. We both have different ways of doing things and must look the other way when one of us does things the other wouldn’t do. We each have different priorities but respect what’s important to the other person.
I know we’ve both made sacrifices for our marriage. My biggest was giving up my postal job and moving here almost 20 years ago. Right before we moved, I was probably the happiest I’ve ever been. My job was high paying and it gave me whatever self esteem I’ve had in my life. I felt like I could hold my head high. My hubby picked out this house and  we bought it without me ever seeing it. That’s how much trust and faith I placed in him. I could be bitter about all the faults this house has and how he said “you can pick out the next one” when I have a feeling this will be the last place I ever live. Instead, I am thankful that we found a nice house in a wonderful neighborhood. That I have grown to love this house (not counting the basement that floods) and have made it my own by decorating in a quirky fashion. Even if it’s small, it’s big enough to hold the love we have for our little family.
One of the nicest things my hubby has done is buy me tampons at Walgreens. When I got my period unexpectedly after a month without (hoping for menopause), he volunteered to get them. That’s huge for a man but I guess after buying adult diapers and incontinence pads for my mom, it’s not that much of a stretch.
I’m always proud to be with him. I love watching him talk to others. Sometimes when we are walking the dogs and meet someone, he is talking and I forget to join in. Mostly because I’m in awe at his way with people. I can talk to just about anyone too but he does it differently. He has patience with strangers that he doesn’t have with me.
One of the most wonderful things he’s done for me was making a screensaver many years ago. I would say around 1998 or so we had a computer that came with a program to make a screensaver. You could put a bunch of pictures together and put music to it and it would play when ever someone wasn’t on the computer. He made one with my favorite actors from Sunset Beach (a now defunct soap opera) and put it to my fave song at the time, “Walking On The Sun” by Smash Mouth. To this day, every time I hear that song, I smile and it makes me so happy to remember what he did. I wish I still had it but the computer died within a year or so and I lost it forever.
A lot of people would write a blog post TO their spouse in the form of a letter. I will never do that. Mine doesn’t like cards and I know he wouldn’t want a blog post. I know he won’t read this. In some ways I wonder why he doesn’t want to read my blog posts but on the other hand, I’m fine with it. He shuns social media. I love social media but have almost completely withdrawn from it. My reasons are more out of insecurity. I have that nagging voice always telling me awful things. I’ve told Greg this and he acts like I told him “I hear voices”. Oy. Just the doubting one that follows me everywhere and beats me down whenever possible. Such as: Who would want to read about that? You better not tweet, people find you boring. If you post your pictures, it will look like you’re bragging. Logically, I know none of what the voice says makes sense but it still seems to have more weight than my own original voice.
Well, this is sad. I wanted to write a post about marriage and us as a couple and it’s now been taken over by my insecurites. We won’t celebrate in the traditional sense. No going out to dinner for us or buying cards or gifts for one another. We celebrate our love every single day. It may sound corny but it’s not the milestones that matter, it is the every day. The daily grind and routine that you resent and yet cling to. We’ll have a couple highballs tonight to start the weekend off. Then eat some good home cooked food and watch some Netflix. Right now we’re watching the tv series “Glee” from the very beginning. We didn’t start watching until at least the 3rd season. We’ll talk about our vacation which is coming up in a week and we haven’t made the final decision where to go. We’ll hug and kiss and hold and pet the dogs. We are blessed even if I can’t put it into words.

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When we went to the Packers football game in Green Bay, WI earlier this month, all those who attended the game were given commemorative “crying towels”. That’s what we call them anyway. To sob into when/if your team loses. They’re tiny hand towel sized cloths that fans wave during the game. We had put ours away and didn’t look at them until we got home. Attached to each towel was a coupon for Kohl’s department store. $10 off a $30 purchase. I like Kohl’s well enough, I just don’t go there unless I have coupon of some type. About once or twice a year, they send a $10 coupon in the mail that can be used for any purchase. When I get those, I usually buy a couple 3-packs of pretty socks and use the $10 off and only owe a few bucks (if anything). Kohl’s usually has something on sale when we go (or everything) and I always wonder how they can stay in business with cheaper prices than anywhere else. Since hubby and I both had a $10 coupon, we figured we’d go together on his day off.

On the morning of Thurs. Jan. 16th we went to the Kohl’s in Niles, IL. Hubby had asked me ahead of time what I needed. Well, I need bras, underpants and socks ALWAYS. I decided to focus on bras first. Since that is the most unpleasant thing to shop for. Talking back and forth in the car on the way there, we were trying to figure out when I bought bras last. Could it really be 25 years ago?! I don’t know. That seems hard to believe but if you know me, I’m still wearing clothes that old so it could be…. If it was after we moved here, it would be closer to 18 years ago. I know I haven’t boughten any for sure in over a dozen years. It sounds crazy but not implausible. There are some things I HATE shopping for and one is bras, the other is shoes. In the distant past when bra shopping, my mom always came with me. We always enjoyed shopping together and were the best of friends. About 12 years ago, she lost all interest in shopping, getting anything new and even going to the mall to people watch. As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t like doing things alone. It’s not that I can’t. I’ve driven myself to the mall alone before and walked around. Browsed in stores, etc but I don’t enjoy it. Half the fun comes from pointing things out to the other person. Showing each other what you like and what’s new. I always enjoyed shopping but now I’m more into the estate sale shopping where you never pay anything even close to retail!

My husband is a trooper for being willing to go along with me. He’s the greatest about it that anybody could be. He doesn’t pout and stand to the side making me feel like he’s waiting for me to finish. He actively helps me find my size! He is as interested in finding things for me as I am. Maybe more so! This didn’t come about overnight. We’ve been together almost 29 years. We’re a solidified team now, looking out for the other’s best interests. He is emulating what I’ve done for him for years. When he worked a job that required him to wear a suit every single day, I helped him pick out many suits. I gave input on having them altered, etc. When he needed other work clothes, jeans or anything else, I’ve searched through big & tall sizes. He hates shopping for himself and humors me by trying things on and I run back and get a size larger or smaller as needed. Everyone should have a shopping buddy since salesclerks are in poor supply nowdays.

Back in the day, when you shopped for bras, you could NOT keep the salesclerks out of your business. I really hate to be bothered unless I really need help. I know how to find my size and try things on. I can tell if they fit, etc. Well, in the distant past, the sales clerks would count how many garments you took in with you and then they would stand outside the door and keep trying to come in the fitting room. They’d want to see how it fit. Then they would offer advice which coming from a stranger holds no weight with me. I used to be shy and not want a salesclerk to see me in only a bra. Now I don’t have to worry about it because there are NO salesclerks. Not kidding! That’s how Kohl’s is able to offer such cheap prices. They only hire people to ring up your purchase. No one is available to help you on the sales floor ever. It has been this way the last several times I’ve been there. So if you were alone and needed a bigger size, you’d have to put your clothes back on and schlep over and get another yourself. Unless you have a shopping buddy! 🙂
White bras

White bras

A few years ago when we had gotten a coupon in the mail for Kohl’s, we had tried to find bras for me then. Both hubby and I remember it well because I left without any. There are racks and racks as far as the eye can see of different bra brands, sizes and colors. They are all hanging on hangers. I’ve never worn any of those. I’ve been a Playtex girl since I started wearing them at age 11. My mom has always worn Playtex so I guess that’s how that came about. I’ve always been really happy with them. Heck, they last like 25 years so how can anyone complain?! I’ve only owned white bras with the exception of a black bra which I bought to wear to funerals. Take my word for it, there’s not nearly enough funerals to warrant a bra just for that. Playtex are the only bras I’ve seen that come in a package (they used to be boxes, now they’re clear plastic with paper inserts). There’s a special 2 sided wooden rack with drawers that pull out that house all the Playtex brand bras. All the sizes are mixed up and totally random. You’d think they’d be put in by size but no, every size is jumbled in with all the others. So I would say there are maybe 1,000 bras on both sides of this rack. Hubby and I stood side by side and went through one side of the rack pulling out all the 42Bs. That time we left without any was because we had searched this entire rack and there were NO 42bs! At that time, I remember they didn’t have anything larger than a 40! I remember grumbling how I’m not the only big person so why don’t they make bras for big people. So then I ended up wearing those bras another few years to the point that they were disintegrating on my body. The inner cup lining disappeared from thousands of wearings and washings in hot water. The elastic on my old bras were so worn that it’s like wearing nothing. I didn’t notice until I tried on new ones how bad the old ones fit/felt. They were giving me the support of a string of dental floss and the straps were a perpetual source of aggravation.
Colored bras FTW!

Colored bras FTW!

So hubby and I searched through all the sizes and were shocked to find so many 42bs.  (I could swear I wore a 42b back 20+ years ago but it could have been a 38b. The tags no longer have printing on them from countless launderings.) I had many to choose from and took one of each style to the fitting room. Hubby stood in the doorway of the fitting room (no one else was around) and I went in and tried them on. Then I would walk out and show him. I went by feel more than looks. The first one I tried on, I loved right away. Then the 2nd one didn’t even come close to hooking. I read the size and knew why. It was a 36b inside of a 42b package. Grrr! There were several styles that I had gotten without looking at them to see if I’d like it. Taking them out of the plastic, I could tell right away they weren’t for me. They had 4 hook and eye closures instead of 3 and were made of that starchy lacey fabric that I don’t like. They were what my mom wears. The kind of support you need if you’re trying to lift a heavy load and don’t have a crane. 😉 One step away from steel reinforced. So I had 1 white one and 3 different colors I liked. I didn’t really know how many I would get ahead of time but planned on getting at least 2 or 3 white ones. So we went back to the other side of the rack and scoured that. I found a few more and tried those. Then I had it narrowed down to 6. At this point, you’re probably marveling that my husband’s a saint! 3 white and 3 colored (beige/tan, blue gray and chocolate brown). Kohl’s had a promotion going on where if you spend $50, you get $10 in “Kohl’s cash” to use in the future. Hubby talked me into all 6 and we rang up separately. The bras were $32 each (which I wouldn’t have paid!) but were on sale (35% off) for $19.99 each. That’s still more than I wanted to pay but having the $10 off helped too. So I got 6 bras for $100 and $20 to spend next weekend on underpants. We were joking on the way home that now I don’t have to shop for bras for another 25 years. I’ll be in my mid-70’s before I have to do this again! Yay. 😉
Going wild with color!

Going wild with color!

At least I left feeling good about the experience. There’s nothing I hate more than going out shopping for a specific thing and coming home empty handed. My husband was a champ and when he’s so good to me like that, it validates my feelings of love and contentment in our marriage. When people say that you can’t have your spouse be your best friend, they’re just jealous. I’ve had it and it’s absolutely wonderful! 🙂

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A week ago yesterday was Cyber Monday. The only thing we bought was a case of wine from our favorite winery, Parallel 44 in Kewaunee, WI. Of all the wines we’ve tried from California and all other parts of the USA, not to mention Italy and several other foreign countries, Frozen Tundra Red is our absolute favorite! We belong to their wine club where we get a shipment 4 times a year of 3 different wines of theirs. Plus we get 25% off on purchases. We live 3 hours away so driving up to get it isn’t a option. They had free shipping 1 day only so we jumped on it. We didn’t even have to pay sales tax since it was shipped out of state. It’s a win/win! How could I justify buying it? Well, my blood pressure meds (the only prescription I’m on) cost $150 for 3 months. Diovan JUST came out with a generic and my 3 month prescription now cost us $30! We just so happened to save enough to pay for most of the wine purchase. Yay! That’s 2 reasons to celebrate. 🙂

A week ago, our neighbors behind us to the left (directly behind our next door neighbor) put up a 6 foot tall wire fence. They already had a 3 foot tall wire fence. Whoever they hired to put it up for them placed the new one about 6 inches in from the other one. I had never seen anyone not take down the previous fence before replacing it. Plus that morning it was 19 degrees and having to work with that freezing metal must’ve been so unpleasant. My hubby and I got in a bit of a tiff that night. After he left for work that morning, I had to listen to the pounding for a few more hours and it got on my nerves big time. I’m “sound sensitive” and just don’t do well with noise in general. I was worried about the gap between the 2 fences and if they were going to leave that one up, there would be weeds growing between the 2 fences and mice galore. Not to mention other unwanted critters. I was telling hubby this while we were watching tv that night. I said I was thinking of calling the city and see what they’d say about it. He told me not to, to just let it go. In a gruff tone. Then I pouted for awhile. I sit with my arms crossed and breath heavy so he knows I’m fuming. Yes, I’m a baby but not as big of a baby as he is! So there. In case you were wondering, we’ve cornered the market on childishness. 😉 Then he grabbed my foot and told me he realized that all I wanted was for him to listen and take my side. He knew I would never get around to calling the city. So we made up right away and it wasn’t really a fight but then he said he figured out that it might be a temporary fence that they put up when a house is going to be torn down.
 2 fences
On Thursday morning we walked the dogs by there and sure enough there was a Demolition Order on the house. Within an hour of reading it, we saw and heard some commotion over there so walked over (with cameras) to investigate. Sure enough, the house was being torn down. By one guy in a backhoe and another guy running a water hose from the hydrant down the block. We thought the 2nd guy was needed to wet it down so nothing burst into flames or sparked a fire. We found out it is just to soften the material up and it crushes easier. Neither one of us had ever seen a house demolished up close and personal. A few months after we moved here 17 years ago, we were up in WI for the day. We left early int he morning and when we returned at night, the house kitty corner behind us to the right (one house apart from the one being torn down now) was GONE. We had no clue it was going to happen and we missed the whole thing! Back then we didn’t have a digital camera to capture the progress either. I took a million pictures which I never would’ve done before digital cameras. Back when you had to buy film, I might take ONE picture of a subject, if that. I was so cheap and worried about wasting film. It’s a whole new world now when you can take as many photos as you want!
The couple who lived in the former house were there watching and we talked to them a bit. They’ve lived there over 20 years. They are staying with her sister while their dream house is being built. I’m so excited and happy for them! They said they’re building a small 2,000 square foot single story home. It’ll just be the way they want it, finally. I don’t know all the faults and problems with the house they had or why they wanted to destroy it but they were pretty happy to be rid of it. My hubby asked if they were going to keep one brick from the old house and they said NO, they didn’t want anything from it! In Park Ridge, every lot is taken. There are no empty lots and probably haven’t been for many decades. This location is prime since it is one of the closest suburbs to Chicago plus it has one of the best school systems. So either someone has to pay a fortune now for a house here or buy a cheaper house and tear it down and rebuild. Since we went and saw it, I’ve been teasing my hubby about having our house demolished. He would never go for that. He talks about adding an addition on over the garage or making our kitchen bigger (what we were going to do when we first moved in but thought it was too expensive). I marveled at the fact that the couple moved every stitch of their belongings out of that house. The husband said “I’m going to die in that house” when talking about the house they’ll be building. I felt like saying “I’m going to die in my current house because it’s going to kill me”. We joke a lot about drowning in our basement…
I’m not looking forward to the noise the next 6 months as the construction is underway. But I am looking forward to documenting it through photographs. Yesterday I woke up at 7 am and it was dark as a sack out. Then I heard the worst thunder I’d ever heard and was dreading getting up with it storming so badly. At 8 am, I got up to find that it had stopped raining but that wasn’t thunder I heard, it was construction. The backhoe was taking out the remains of the concrete basement and the rest of the debris. Within a few hours, the lot had no evidence of what stood there before. Not a single brick, piece of wood, metal or plastic left. We’ve got better than a bird’s eye view since all we have to do is walk back to our lot line (lots here are 50′ by 125′) and I can snap a quick pic. Both my hubby and Mom have commented in the last few days that this is a unique town in that every house looks different! No two look alike. Some really interesting architecture and enough diversity to satisfy any taste. That’s where Park Ridge gets its motto: “A wonderful place to live.” True that.

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Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. June 21 is the day we met 27 years ago and also the day we got married 20 years ago! The longest day of the year (Summer Solstice) is the most perfect day of the year to me. My favorite season is autumn but if I had to choose just one day, it is June 21st. Usually sunny, not too hot and the longest amount of daylight available before the sun sets.

Turning the clock back to 1985, it is hard to fathom the exact set of circumstances that had to take place (in addition to planets aligning just so) to meet my future husband. I was a young pup of 22 and working as a pizza cook at a bar called La Chalet. Pay attention, kids! This is what happens when you party in college and don’t study and flunk out. La Chalet had a great location on Pewaukee Lake in Pewaukee, WI. I took the job until I figured out what to do with my life. Obviously, I’m no longer there but still working on the figuring out my life part. I worked a lot of lunches and then worked at dinners until closing. We only served pizzas but we made our own dough which took time. On a weekend night by myself, I’d have to take orders, make and serve pizzas, collect money, give change, pick up dishes, etc. It wouldn’t be unusual to have 20 pizza orders I’d have to do one after another. I started in April and it had been 6 or 8 weeks since I’d had a Friday or Sat. night off by the time June 21 rolled around. It was a Friday night and I had off. I didn’t go to bars then but I was sick of watching everyone go there and have fun and I wanted to come back as a customer! I was quite naive and would give anybody a chance once. I tried to always keep an open mind about people because you never know. Well, during this time there was an ex-convict sniffing around me. He would always come back by the kitchen to say hi and talk to me. I was always friendly and even though he wasn’t my type (not because he was a murderer either), I was nice to him. He had me fix his pierced earring (get it back in his ear), take him to the gas station in my car to fill his gas can when he ran out of gas, etc. He kept asking me out and I’m not stupid enough to get in a car with someone I didn’t know. (I did that before to disastrous effect but that’s a story for another time.) So I agreed to meet him at La Chalet on Friday night. It wasn’t really a “date” but I’m sure he thought it was. This ex-convict (I keep calling him that because for the life of me, I can’t remember his name!) had been imprisoned for killing his father. The father had been abusing/beating his mother so it supposedly was to protect her. I wasn’t from that area of WI so hadn’t heard anything about it. The ex-convict seemed harmless enough.
So on that night, I met him there and we had drinks and not too long later I meet the FH (future hubby). I had a huge crush on the bouncer at La Chalet, he was a Big Guy (6’4″, probably 300 lbs, dark hair & eyes) and painfully shy. I think besides seeming like a softie, the shyness was a challenge. FH happened to be the cousin of Big Guy (whose nickname was Lumpy). That was the initial draw for me, I thought I might have an “in” with Lumpy. So FH and I spent until closing talking, drinking, etc. much to the chagrin of the ex-convict. He was really upset! I kind of feel bad for ignoring him but he could’ve joined our conversation… When it came closing time (which back then I belive was 2 am), FH & I went out to my car (parked on the street) and sat inside and chatted some more. We kissed some too but nothing beyond that. We sat out talking until 6 am when the sun came up! FH was the opposite of Lumpy, he was 6′ tall, 220 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, funny as hell and a great conversationalist like myself. 😉 I knew I had to get home so as I was getting ready to leave, FH handed me a small notepad and told me to write my name and number on it, I grabbed it and was going to until I realized what this meant. He’d been talking to me for the past 8-10 hrs. and  had forgotten my name. That is one of my pet peeves! I expect people to remember my name (at least it used to be, I’ve gotten more forgiving over the years). I called him out on it and he got huffy and left. I thought that would be the end of it. Of course, he knew where I worked and pursued me relentlessly. One of his finest qualities is knowing a good thing when he sees it! 🙂
FH came in for lunch one day and we talked a bit and he asked me on an official date. He promised he would never forget my name again and luckily for him, he hasn’t! Our first date was to Summerfest (billed as the largest music festival in the world) in Milwaukee. After that we were hot and heavy and by mid-August he had asked me to marry him. We didn’t announce our engagement until Nov. 2nd at a belated Halloween party. We were fully committed to each other after only knowing each other 4 1/2 months, yet we waited until 7 years after meeting to marry. The long engagement was due to financial reasons and if I had to do it over, I wouldn’t wait. However, when we finally married, I was as sure as anyone in the world could be! I had no doubt what I was doing was what I wanted to do and he was who I wanted to be with. We had fallen in love early on but the kind of love that lasts is the love that grows over time. By our wedding day, our love had multiplied 7 fold. And today after 27 years, it is 700 fold.
Set the time machine for 1992 and you’ll find us on June 21st in Nashua, Iowa. In the middle of nowhere (all of Iowa) in the NE corner of the state, lies the Little Brown Church in the Vale. The church was built in 1864 and the song “Come to the Church in the Wildwood” (a hymn later performed by the Carter Family, Alabama and Charley Pride) was written about it. After the 1920’s, it brought thousands of visitors from all over to get married there. The day we got married, we saw several other couples there who had been wed on that exact day 50 & 60 years prior. FH had been traveling through Iowa for business and found it. He knew I would like it so I agreed (sight unseen). I had originally wanted to get married on the french island of Martinique. I had been there before on a cruise and thought it was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen! I even wrote to the embassy and got the paperwork. It was not to be since I needed medical documentation that I was a virgin and that was asking the impossible. In rare form, my groom planned the whole wedding! It was very small, just the 2 of us, my mom and our Husky/Malamute mix dog Nookie. We rented a Lincoln Town Car and drove from Sussex, WI to IA. We stayed overnight at the motel next to the church. Then got married on a Sunday and after pictures, drove home. We stopped for our wedding dinner at The Gobbler Supper Club halfway between Madison and Milwaukee. It was the coolest place ever with a revolving floor. Sadly, it went out of business the month after we were there! The main thing I remember about our wedding reception was that the waitress couldn’t figure out how to open the champagne so my groom had to do it. The following Monday we headed to the airport in Milwaukee to catch our Midwest Express flight to San Francisco for our weeklong honeymoon. We rented a convertible and drove up the Pacific Coast Highway to the vineyards. It was heaven!
We get along about as good as any couple I’ve seen. We are compatible in most ways like food, movies, tv, dogs, travel, gardening, etc. We have enough in common to keep us companions forever. Of course we are 2 different sexes which means we still see the world differently and communicate in different ways. We have never broken up even once since the day we met. We have never slept in a different room or bed because we were mad. We fight like cats and dogs at times. We tease each other a lot and he humors me. I go along with his wishes as much as I can. He likes to surprise me and I like to wait on him. For his sake, I didn’t buy a huge outdoor stone with the following words etched on it: “We’re staying together for the sake of the dogs” even though I found it hilarious! He is too sarcastic for my tastes and I have a weird sense of humor. Although we BOTH love Family Guy. Right after we met, I wanted us to have a song that would be “ours” like couples do. We had to choose “Suspicious Minds” by Elvis Presley. No, neither one of us is the jealous type but both loved Elvis and got a kick out of that song. Irony, people. My other song for us as a couple is Sonny & Cher’s “I got you, Babe”. I can’t be a babe in my own right so I married one! My hubby’s last name and also mine for the last 20 years is Babe. I’ve got to say I love it, it’s very cool. 😉
What has allowed us to last 27 & 20 years together? We don’t quit on each other or the relationship and we don’t give up. We have been through a ton of good and plenty of bad stuff as well. Meaning: we don’t throw in the towel when our basement floods for the first or 12th time. Just like the rest of life, there’s going to be times when one or both of us are unhappy. We work on our marriage or wait it out. Eventually, we always come back to happiness and always together. A perfect example of compromise and our marriage is that my hubby was willing to give soap operas a try. He watched Santa Barbara & Sunset Beach with me and occasionally watches Bold & Beautiful and Young & Restless. To return the favor, I took a class in scuba diving and learned about football. I didn’t do this halfheartedly, I became a huge football fan and we’ve been able to add that to our list of things we enjoy together.
To conclude, I’d have to say for those of you who haven’t found your soulmates, you have to look where you wouldn’t normally look. At the guys who you wouldn’t normally be drawn to. You can build a wonderful life with someone who wants the same things in life as you do and loves you to the moon and back. You can’t always see that person unless you’re willing to give the unexpected a go. I have to end this because it’s sounding like dating/relationship advice. I’m no expert and people have to do what’s right for them. Some people are perfectly happy being single forever! I think everyone deserves what makes them happy, whatever that may be.

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