Sunday, July 18, 2010
Wow, where did the years go?
Well, a year went by, and he was getting out of the army. He said he'd like me to go back to the USA with him. Very difficult decision. I loved living in Europe. I never wanted to leave. But I had come to love this guy who was practically my opposite (I loved literature and history; he read only motorcycle magazines. I was a sedentary, indoor type; he was the camping/hunting/fishing/hiking type. I love to dance; he didn't. And so forth). So I told him I would give the USA a try. "If I don't like it, I won't stay."
So, I hated the states (well, I hated Tucson and the desert), but I really loved Bret. What's more, he loved me and was able to tolerate all my neuroses without too much difficulty. I figured I'd best marry him, because I didn't think anyone else could put up with me for too long.
And so I raise my glass of cheap red wine to you, honey. You are truly The One. Thanks for twenty-three years, three homes in three states and half a dozen kids. I love you...