Well, today, we've been married a year. If someone had told me 2 years ago that I would be married, and actually have made it this far, I'd have told them they were nuts. I had given up on finding a man who could put up with me. Most of my relationships with men never lasted more than 6 months, some were abusive (and the one man my mother wanted me to marry was a really abusive asshat and she thought he was perfect for me), and some were users. And can we say that of those men, my son didn't like any of them? That should have told me something, if I had had the sense to listen.
So when I met DH, I was not sure I was ready for this thing called marriage. After all, I'd been on my own, and alone for most of 35 years. And I was really not sure how my son would like him (he's really protective of me, which is kinda sweet, considering the stormy relationship we had when he was a teenager). But the more I talked to Mike (we talked on the phone for about 2 months), the more I found that we had in common (we both have a really sick sense of humor, and that's really sexy to me, go figure). We think a lot alike, and have a lot of the same opinions about some things (and there are things we disagree on, but nothing major). So I took the plunge and set up an in-person meeting (did I mention he saw my personal ad on Yahoo?) at Mystic Lake Casino (I always meet someone new in a very public place with lots of people around, just in case). I have to tell ya, when I saw him, it was like love at first sight (and I didn't believe in that, at all). We spent the weekend together, walking around the place like a couple of teenagers, holding hands, making out in the elevator, goofy stuff like that (and at 50 and 52, it was fun). And talking, and talking, and talking. And he proposed, and I said yes. When it was time for me to go home, I didn't want to leave him (oh yeah, I had it bad). So I went home, and didn't tell anyone what had happened (I lived with my son and his wife at the time).
Mike and I made plans for him to come down and meet my son and his wife one weekend, and I was on pins and needles about it, I can tell you. But they actually got along, and I think what helped is that Mike likes to play euchre, and so do Jon and Tina, and we played, and they were beating us, and Jon handed Mike a box of tissues and told him we had plenty, so if he wanted to cry, he could (and we all laughed our asses off over it). And they did a lot of talking when Tina and I were busy, so I knew it was going pretty good. So when Mike left, he asked me if Jon liked him, and I said "Yeah, he talked to you and teased you. Believe me, if he didn't like you, he would ignore you."
Then I told Jon that Mike and I were going to get married, and he said that if Mike made me happy, that was cool with him. So we did, and he does, and we lived happily ever after....I hope.
My grandkids love him and call him grandpa, so that's kewl too, and Mike's step-kids like me (and that seems a little strange to me, since their mother is Mike's last ex-wife, but they're all adults with families, so it makes it easier that we can all get along). Mike's grandkids call me grandma, and that's cool (hell, my grandson's cousin calls me grandma).
So, on average, with all its ups and downs and in-betweens, life is good, and married life seems to be agreeing with me, the woman who thought she was a loner and didn't need or want a man in her life (just took the right one showing up to prove me wrong....roflol).
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