Seriously, the night I met my husband, my intention was the same as his, a one night stand.
It is hard to believe that 35 years have passed and while the fires of middle age have died
down, our love has grown stronger. He is crippled up with fake knees and hip, way over weight,
drinks to much (at home only), and is forgetful at times, but he is the love of my life. Whatever
health issues arise and try us, we know that our love will carry us through. He wants to die first,
because if I go first, he will have to go to assisted living and says he wouldn't want to live anymore.
