Did you ever find your one true love?

If I was being totally honest I think it would have been kinder, particularly to him, if nature had taken its course and he hadn't survived. They operated to save his life, but I wasn't informed that in doing so it would make the brain damage worse! He would sooner be dead than unable to do the things he used to do. A couple of years before his illness we had one of those 'what if' discussions concerning what would happen if either of us was permanently disabled. He said he would put me in a care home, he was always useless if I was unwell, and let the kids sort me out as soon as they were old enough! :D Still we have to make the best of it, and I will carrying on looking after him as long as long as I am able, providing the situation doesn't get much worse.
 

Brain damage is a strange thing, my husband can do complicated graphs on the computer, but couldn't compose or send an e-mail. He can put together flat pack furniture following the instructions brilliantly, but if I ask him for a knife, fork or spoon from the cutlery drawer, for instance, I can get anything but what I asked for! My husband is much better at using an ipad than I am, and can face time his friend in the Netherlands! He was one of the most articulate people I knew, but now often struggles to say exactly what he means. He says it is all there in his head, but it comes out wrongly and he gets so frustrated, poor guy!:( Funnily enough he is much more articulate on the phone than face to face.
 
I suppose if I had, she would still be in my life. Have been deeply in love with a couple of woman who eventually decided the waves were better down the beach . . .
 

I met my husband over 23 years ago and he is the best man I've ever known and still the love of my life. I know I'm very luck to have him.
 
Rainee said:
One true love yes! and lost.. ~He died.~ I never lived with him long enough but so happy we had our
5 years that we did have.. !

“The course of true love never did run smooth.” ―William Shakespeare
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I think in a metropolitan area, there are probably no less than one-thousand people that could be a great fit for someone. Be honest with yourself and be honest with every one you meet, and perhaps you may meet one of those individuals.


Was there life before this love
Was there love before this girl I can see
Was there ever love for her before me
And if I look will she
Look back at me
Is fantasy
Enough?

Was there heat before this flame
Were there flames before this fire in my heart
Was I wrong about it from the start
Am I in ecstasy
Or next to see
That fantasy
S'to blame
Was there life before this love...

If I look up will she
Look back at me
Is fantasy
Enough?

If this scene is in a dream
Then I'm perfect for the part I play
You can count on me to stand and say
"Was there ever life before this wonderful day?"

Was there heat before this flame
Were there flames before this fire in my heart
Was I wrong about it from the start
Am I in ecstasy
Or next to see
That fantasy
S'to blame

If this dream's within a dream
Then I'll never swoon quite deep enough
No hypnotic trance quite sleep enough...

If in this sweet dream I'm flying
I will never fly quite high enough
You will hear me crying high above
"Was there ever life before this wonderful love?"


http://www.lyricsdepot.com/pete-townshend/was-there-life.html
 
Yes. When I was in 7th grade and he was in 9th. When I was in 11th grade and he was in his first year of college, his grandmother, um, shall we say interfered? He was Lutheran; I was Catholic. In those days, it just wasn't done to have a "mixed" marriage. He got ticked, quit school, joined the Marines. We went our separate ways and each married others whom we eventually divorced. Thirty two years later he found me and we got married. He died five years ago. Had he lived, we'd celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary on Friday, Valentine's Day. (He chose the date.)

Just thought of something funny. When we were kids, we insisted that we'd get married when we grew up. My mother poo-pooed that notion and said there was plenty of time, people change, etc. When we got married we didn't tell anybody that we were going to get married, but after we left the judge's chambers, we went over to my mother's place and told her that we got married. Remember now, this was 32 years after we'd last seen one another. He'd flown in from Boston on Friday. We were married on the following Tuesday. She said "What was the big hurry?" (Gosh, Mom, we DID wait 32 years!)
 
No, I thought I had twice. Not to sound cynical, but I don't believe I ever will find the right one either.
 

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