On October 22, I met the man I loved. The man I would marry. The man who is the father of my children. The grandfather of my grandchildren. I think it is safe to say, 35 years later, the "love of my life".
I met him after a football game he was playing. A huge group met at a bar for a drink. It was not my kind of bar and it was not my kind of group. A friend from work thought I ought to meet a man who happened to be the roommate of the man I was destined to love. I didn't like the roommate one little bit. But when I saw the tall good looking one smile, oh, I felt like cupid shot me through the heart. I hope you can forgive me for being so sentimental. It was so powerful. You have heard a lot of my stories, but you must admit you have not heard one like this. Oh, this was the real deal.
He also drank like a fish, but there was something different about the way he drank. He had tons of friends, unlike me. He had a close family, unlike me. He was a real stand-up guy, he was quiet and unassuming. He was big and strong, but I not once saw him get into a fight. Everyone loved him. He was so funny. He had gone to college on a football scholarship. He was a skier and a scuba diver. He taught me how to do those things. So, we drank, but then we got to bed because we had to get up early to get up to the ski slopes or to the dive boat or whatever we were doing - and we were ALWAYS doing something. Oh, we had such fun!
His friends loved me. His family loved me. My few friends loved him. My family was skeptical about him, but I really didn't care because it wasn't like I was spending a lot of time with my family. I felt like I belonged with his family and it was a strong family.
I felt like all my problems were a thing of the past. You know that I was wrong, but it was fun to believe this for a while....