I have been married for almost 41 years.
We have had very happy moments and some really miserable ones, but with perseverance, we always prevailed.
The word perseverance is key here. The 25 of March of 1978 I stood at the altar and listened to the words "until death do us part" and that's what I have lived up to, or until now...
After all this time I have begun to wonder: can you run out of love? Is it supposed to last forever? Maybe I never had in the first place...
Good Morning Sunday 17th May 2026





I am so sorry merlotgran (just read your post elsewhere)