32 Years in Postcards 4

Taco dinner at the Brigantine last night.

Amazing stuff marriage. We adapt or it fails. It’s worse when you both are drunks. Everything is compounded.

We went from lovers, to anger, to friendship in our thirty two years together. He was a very angry person when I met him. I’m a lot like my mother and not always a nice person…especially before my morning coffee. What a pair we were. We both went five years sober with untreated alcoholism. I don’t recommend that at all.

We putter along now like a pair of old lovers. Often we hold hands. We both like a lot of the same stuff. Perhaps that’s what keeps the friendship going. We both like NCIS, old trucks, trains, foods of all kinds, and travel for a start. Comic Con is always a good glue. Volunteering is good for both of us. We love having a real life. He likes his job, and I like mine. What more could one want after 32 years.

Shopping. LOL We love to shop. My youngest daughter gave us both sweatshirts that say Mrs. (or Mr.) Shoptilyoudrop. We are not quite that bad any more. You should have seen us shop when we had 3 antique store spaces. Now days we spend more on travel or crowns than at estate sales. But we still love to shop.

Amazing stuff marriage. We adapted and are still together.

• Himself: Gained half a pound.
• Herself: Temp crowns ok, back ok unless I wear that belt the aerobic instructor wants us to wear. No need to nap for two days. Maybe I’m getting well at last.
• Reading: Finished “Walk Me Home.” Well written but too many flashbacks. Moving on to last year’s Hugo Winner.
• Balance: Simple dinner for me tonight: Baked Potatoe, green beans….