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Were does the years go

Well I'm at 8 years going on 9 been with her for 12 going on 13 .
Our first kid (and last!) Is on her way within the week!!!!
As stated it's not 50/50 it's do what you got to do as a team! I have been layed up for 5 of the most recent years with back issue and of course out of work! When I was in hospital for my surgery s the woman was there taking care of me ! I figured she would be gone by now for a non damaged model!
It must be the charger that keeps her around!

Congrats on another year ! Many more!!!
 
Steve,

Congratulations on your anniversary! Marriage is a team event and every team has challenges. Your comments are words of wisdom and mirror many of our own experiences. It will be 24 years for my wife and I in November.

I hope the younger folks reading this thread take the message to heart. The vows of marriage say for better or for worse, not we will do this until something (one) else shinier comes along. It is called love and committment when you do it right. Steve, you and your significant other are a success story of marriage. Your written words here are compassionate and illustrate the success.

I look forward to growing old with my beautiful bride just as you have! Congrats again.

D
 
18 years strong here........We are evenly yoked with the man upstairs......it is a trifecta arrangement....

Two things of advise from my wonderful experience..
1. Communication
2. Compromise

To Steve congrats on your anniversary!
 
Im happy for you and the wife you found each other. Id be a liar if i said its been 44 years of true wedding bliss. We had our moments but worked it out. I was a young guy and still full of piss and vinegar. Every so often there was a few times after the 3 to 11 shift i went out with the boys and came home at day break. There was the time she was pregnant with #2 and one mourning after the midnights i had my Triumph Bonnie from when i was single and decided not to come home right away. She thought i was dead and when i walked in the door all hell broke loose. A few fistfights with some guys, tied a few on, stuff like that.
With #3 and in my late twenties and although i wasn't wild, my father told me calm down and i did.
She was a gem, she put the kids always first, she'd walk around in rags and hand me downs just to make sure those kids and nice clothes. I use to buy her clothes at christmas and her birthday, she'd return them and spend the money on the kids. She knew money was tight and we were always working on this house and never asked for ****.
We had this little black and white set in the bedroom, she would like a little calm time after the kids were in bed to watch her favorite shows. When she went to work at night at her P/T gig. Her mother came over without her knowing and i ran out and brought home a new color set.
I had it playing when she came home and when she walked into the bedroom her she was shocked. I still remember that day.
Now its all changed. I give that woman anything and everything she could ever want. The house is beautiful inside and out. I take her out to diner at nice paces take her to see shows whatever it is
I dont lecture anyone but these young couples when they ask how i tell them that love aint ******* like two bunnies. Love is holding her head while she puked from chemo, its cleaning her after she used the bathroom because she was to weak to do it herself. Its seeing your wife in the most unattractive way possible, her body cut up and bloated.
No I'm no saint i did my share that I'm not particular proud of but she has been a great wife and mother to our kids.
I guess we did ok. Thanks for listening to a old windbag
Better and truer words could not be stated. From one windbag to another.
 
Im happy for you and the wife you found each other. Id be a liar if i said its been 44 years of true wedding bliss. We had our moments but worked it out. I was a young guy and still full of piss and vinegar. Every so often there was a few times after the 3 to 11 shift i went out with the boys and came home at day break. There was the time she was pregnant with #2 and one mourning after the midnights i had my Triumph Bonnie from when i was single and decided not to come home right away. She thought i was dead and when i walked in the door all hell broke loose. A few fistfights with some guys, tied a few on, stuff like that.
With #3 and in my late twenties and although i wasn't wild, my father told me calm down and i did.
She was a gem, she put the kids always first, she'd walk around in rags and hand me downs just to make sure those kids and nice clothes. I use to buy her clothes at christmas and her birthday, she'd return them and spend the money on the kids. She knew money was tight and we were always working on this house and never asked for ****.
We had this little black and white set in the bedroom, she would like a little calm time after the kids were in bed to watch her favorite shows. When she went to work at night at her P/T gig. Her mother came over without her knowing and i ran out and brought home a new color set.
I had it playing when she came home and when she walked into the bedroom her she was shocked. I still remember that day.
Now its all changed. I give that woman anything and everything she could ever want. The house is beautiful inside and out. I take her out to diner at nice paces take her to see shows whatever it is
I dont lecture anyone but these young couples when they ask how i tell them that love aint ******* like two bunnies. Love is holding her head while she puked from chemo, its cleaning her after she used the bathroom because she was to weak to do it herself. Its seeing your wife in the most unattractive way possible, her body cut up and bloated.
No I'm no saint i did my share that I'm not particular proud of but she has been a great wife and mother to our kids.
I guess we did ok. Thanks for listening to a old windbag

Congrats on the anniversary and your story is very similar to mine, Going through hell and high water together makes a marriage stronger. As you say the love stuff is easy but the real test is when adverse stuff like cancer hits that can test the limits of a marriage. I been through it with my wife till the end when she could not win the fight two years ago. I would do it again for her she was that special to me. Enjoy the years you have with your wife because we all are here for a short time.
 
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