What happened to the man I met 52 years ago

Shinamae

Urmstongran

What a lovely thread kitty..

I’ve known Himself 50 years. When we met I was 17y and he was 19y. Babies really, looking back.

Yesterday he made a huge pan of chilli to save both me and our daughter having to cook Sunday lunch as today would have been my mum’s 90th birthday. Almost four years on we all miss the matriarch of the family and although ‘next up’ I’m only doing my best.

Plus it was lovely listening to his kindness yesterday. He set up ‘Mousetrap’ (who on earth has the patience for those fiddly plastic pieces?’) to amuse L’il Miss. Then half an hour later our Boy Wonder wandered in saying ‘can we play chess grandad?’.

My heart melts.
This is the person who, in 1972 had platform shoes, long hair and sideboards (think ‘Slade’) and chewed gum (ugh!).

Every now and again when I awake I look over to his pillow and think ‘who is this old bugger lying next to me?’.

He must think the same. We are no longer young with dreams and plans.

And then I remember.
He’s the man I love. Who puts us all first. Who shows his love not in words but by being a provider. Dependable and true, over those years. My sweetheart.

Who irritates the life out of me sometimes.
As I’m sure I do him.

That is so lovely ?

And brought tears to my eyes.
Happy tears.

We have been together since I was 19. We met at uni and married soon after as he was in Scotland and I was in Yorkshire.
We struggled for money but we were happy. He was still studying and I was teaching.

Our greatest joy was when our DD was born as we waited a long time for her. He absolutely doted on her and still does.

He is kind, gentle and thoughtful and loved by all who know him.
He will do anything for anyone.
We have had the best life and I feel so lucky to have found him.
Although skinny as a rake when I met him he has doubled in size ?

“We are all in the same storm different boat” (or the other way round) as they say. Those of us who are lucky to still have our partners are both grateful and fearful.

When I started this thread I was really just reflecting on the difference between the fairly bolshie man I met and the softie he has become.

I hadn't mean it as a celebration of our dhs but it is lovely to read all your stories.

BlueSky

“We are all in the same storm different boat” (or the other way round) as they say. Those of us who are lucky to still have our partners are both grateful and fearful.

BlueSky that's how I feel too ?

I thought this was going to be another 'I'm married to an irritating old bu**er' thread and nearly didn't bother with it -but it was a lovely OP to read ?

My OH and I are like chalk and cheese in many ways but over the years we've both compromised and tried to make sure the other was happy. Although at the moment we are both getting over flu and he's sniffing a lot and it's true I would quite like to pull a blanket over his head ? I'd better go and sort the dishwasher out instead.

Sorry kitty but mine hasn't really changed that much.

I’m without a man in my life, the father of my children and I parted company many, many years ago. This is a lovely thread, it’s wonderful to hear of such long lived happy relationships.

This thread has been so heartwarming
to read. Xx

So lovely to read this - the poetry of love and faithfulness over so many years. I disliked my OH on first sight; he looked arrogant, bored and distant, and doesn't remember me from the early days, but we met again years later and have been together ever since. It's not been an easy ride, there have been a lot of storms and we have come close to parting several times but we are still here together, certainly in it to the end now, and he can make me laugh like nobody else.