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The Hubby and I knew of each other in 9th grade French class...he was the Teacher's Pet and I was the moody girl in the back of the room. His earliest memory of me is of me getting off the bus and walking home wearing a jacket that read Have a Nice day!...I had just moved from New Quay, England, where my Dad had been stationed.When we moved back to the states and I had acquired a very strong British accent and boys made fun of me daily. Lot's of boys teased me, at the time I thought this might mean I was hideously deformed but looking back I think they might have liked me otherwise I wouldn't have had any attention at all. I withdrew from most people because of it though...I had been popular and out -going until then and the teasing took a toll on me. I think many military brats understand that when you move it is an opportunity to reinvent yourself...sometimes, just not for the better. For the next two years, I had one friend, her father was strict like mine. During the 70's it was very normal for High School kids to get high and I was too afraid of my Dad to EVER try anything like that. It was difficult to find friends who weren't getting high...A few guys asked me out but I knew it would lead to me getting in trouble because of their drug use...so I didn't date. My parents were worried about me...my two younger sisters had already started dating but I wasn't. It was then...during this time...my Granny prayed for a "nice boy" to find me. And he did...only
...he was dating a girl, who would drop by where he and I worked. We were in 11 th grade by now and he would act like a jerk and I would tell him what a jerk he was...he was smitten! Not with the girl who was nice to him but with the girl (me) who was telling him he was being a jerk! He asked me out but I told him no...he kept asking! I liked him but I knew my best friend liked him and I didn't want to hurt her. I finally said "Look, I won't go out with you but...my friend really likes you!" All very "High School" because that's what is was.
He went to her and said that he really liked me and would she talk to me and she did! I went out with him on a Friday night and with the exception of one other night, every night since then. I wished I could say we married and lived happily ever after...we did but it isn't the fairy tale version of happily ever after. We have been married for over 31 years and it has been hard work...we married very young and we are very different people. I am outspoken and opinionated, passionate and loyal with a wicked temper! He is soft spoken, hardworking, kind but not very thoughtful and disorganized. We drive each other bananas most of the time. It is our commitment to our marriage that has kept us together many, many times and then by a thread!
I have often envied those who have such quiet and restrained marriages but I willing take the bad with the good because I have had some of the best moments of my life with him and that's as happily ever after as I need!