How Did You Meet Your Spouse?

We went to the same church as children. The first time I noticed him I looked across a room, at 8 years old and thought, "Who knows, someday I might marry that boy." I forgot all about that until years later when we were married and the recollection came back to me.
We first "met" when I was 15 and attending the most boring church camp ever. My future husband came to the camp one night with his friend, who was visiting his girl friend. We were supposed to watch some religious movie, but they were having technical problems setting it up, so we all went outside to talk. We got in his car {1957 Studebaker Hawk, car guys} to listen to music and he started the car and drove around the grounds. Two hours later we returned and were in big trouble. People had been out looking for us.
We're still getting into trouble 48 years later.
 

We had the same last name and lived in the same apartment house. Kept getting each other's mail, and one day my door bell rang. I thought that odd as it was a secure building and no one was let past the desk unless expected. I looked through the spy hole and all I saw was a shirt and tie, so I put the chain on and cracked the door. There he stood all 6'4 Inches of him with my mail from that day. Instead of returning it to the desk, he decided he wanted to meet this other person with his name. The rest is history.
6’4” neighbour returning your mail as you spy on him through the hole in the door.
How romantic. ❤️
 
When someone asked Bill Clinton how he met his wife, he replied:
"We were in college, I gazed at her from across the room, our eyes met, & at that very moment, I knew that this was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life cheating on."
 

When someone asked Bill Clinton how he met his wife, he replied:
"We were in college, I gazed at her from across the room, our eyes met, & at that very moment, I knew that this was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life cheating on."
That’s exactly what my husband said when he first saw me. We worked at the same place and he had just had an interview and had come outside where I drove up on my motorcycle with pink high top runners. He said as soon as first spotted me he knew we were somehow going to be together.
Hes actually very intuitive and perceptive, especially considering he’s a man.
 
55 years ..then some on top, is very long time, a whole lifeetime, where you've gone through metamorphosis, and done it together. I often think that anyone who has been married as long as you have tend to become one person rather than 2 in the way you understand each other so fully emotionally and mentally, and so therefore the pain and loneliness of losing your dear husband cannot be measured...

I hope we can be of some company for you , as much as possible.. (((hugs)))
I think being with someone for that long and losing them must really be like losing a big part of yourself. Being on this forum for a while one can’t help but notice the women who are losing their husbands and wonder how I would feel and how I’d handle it.

Tonight while watching television my husband broached the topic. I can’t imagine my life without my man and my heart really breaks for all of you who have lost your loved one. What a horrible thing to have to endure.

55 years with one person is a long time. I think my parents are going on 67 of being together.
 
We were introduced by a friend of his. She happened to see a profile I made online, and showed it to him. I had never met her, but we all lived in the same area. He did not have internet at the time (1998) and emailed me from his friend's email
The first time Rick called me we talked for 3 hours. We met at a restaurant in Batavia, NY. The rest, as they say is history.
He moved in late in 1999 and we married on December 7th, 2001. On our favors, I put the line "A date that will live in infamy".
This year would have been our 18th anniversary
 
I met my spouse in December 1959 I was just16 and still at secondary school in London England. I was on the way home from visiting an Aunt and waiting on the platform for my train to arrive. There was a boy on the other side waiting for his train going in the other direction.

He smiled at me and I ignored him as demure girls did back then. 😇Caught my train and off it went and as it did he waved to me and I didnt wave back. Cheeky s*d I thought. I idly thought um.. wonder If I will ever see him again.

The following Sunday and my weekly visit to Aunt there he was on the opposite platform. Well! Well! I thought 😮;) he beckoned me over and I shook my head and mouthed, You come over here! And he did and he asked me where I was going and I told him and he asked me if I would like him to accompany me and I said okay. At the end of my journey we parted snd agreed to meet again outside Westminster Undeground train station near Big Ben.

To be continued...🙂

I posted further on in here about grief and loss of loved ones
 
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I think being with someone for that long and losing them must really be like losing a big part of yourself. Being on this forum for a while one can’t help but notice the women who are losing their husbands and wonder how I would feel and how I’d handle it.

Tonight while watching television my husband broached the topic. I can’t imagine my life without my man and my heart really breaks for all of you who have lost your loved one. What a horrible thing to have to endure.

55 years with one person is a long time. I think my parents are going on 67 of being together.
Congratulations to your parents, wow 67 years is a long, long time. ❤️
 
I think being with someone for that long and losing them must really be like losing a big part of yourself. Being on this forum for a while one can’t help but notice the women who are losing their husbands and wonder how I would feel and how I’d handle it.

Tonight while watching television my husband broached the topic. I can’t imagine my life without my man and my heart really breaks for all of you who have lost your loved one. What a horrible thing to have to endure.

55 years with one person is a long time. I think my parents are going on 67 of being together.

Heartwarming posts for me and possibly others and grieving for loved ones is a lonely process. Depending on one's makeup and needs, grieving doesnt go away and one doesnt neccessarily move on get over it as the old platitudes go but you learn to adjust and adapt to a new life and it can be a very slow, painful process as I've discovered after my Husband died suddenly and unexpectedly and we were wed 51 years. Yes, a very long time and maybe too long to be suddenly cut adrift and have to cope and for many alone. I do love Christmas and I think of all the good ones we shared since 1959 when we met as teenagers.
 
I met my husband in High School...He lived in a different area than me....when we were in different middle schools....We met when we were
in High School...The first time was on Main Street when he was in his brother's car...
You know how guy's would wave to the girls on the Drag......LOL!!!!

Picture of.. MY HUSBAND'S FIRST CAR WHEN HE GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL...
WE WENT TO THE "DRAG EVERY SATURDAY",,,, I ALSO DROVE THE CAR AND WON OVER ANOTHER GIRL''''''I was presented with a trophy...

We were married 2 years after Graduation.....Now married 54 years.....(Now you know how old I am)….


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Heartwarming posts for me and possibly others and grieving for loved ones is a lonely process. Depending on one's makeup and needs, grieving doesnt go away and one doesnt neccessarily move on get over it as the old platitudes go but you learn to adjust and adapt to a new life and it can be a very slow, painful process as I've discovered after my Husband died suddenly and unexpectedly and we were wed 51 years. Yes, a very long time and maybe too long to be suddenly cut adrift and have to cope and for many alone. I do love Christmas and I think of all the good ones we shared since 1959 when we met as teenagers.
Since caring for my parents I have so much more appreciation for life and meaningful relationships.
When you have no experience to understand from you don’t know what you don’t know. Now I’ve seen my own parents get torn apart due to old age and have experienced some of the potential scenarios I have such gratitude for my man and our family. I can’t even think about it without getting all choked up so I really have a lot of respect and compassion for those who have lost their lifelong partner.

My man will talk all logically about it like everything will be fine but he’s really good at keeping it together. I’m the kind to fall apart if I lost him. I need an emergency plan which Maria or someone from here asked about. It was a good idea.

I suppose we ultimately have no choice but to get up, brush ourself off and move on, since life still does. 😟
 
Met my husband on a group bus trip , had been a widow 18 months and was given tickets for myself and my two littlies to go on
a bus trip, and from there we just got closer as time went on he was divorced and had custody of his two boys 10 and 12 , my two were 3 and 15mths went together for a while and then decided to make a go of it with 4 children was a bit of a battle but we got through it .. all grown up
now and sadly my husbands 2 boys both passed away last 5 years so now its my two with 3 grand children and 3 great grandchildren.. not as
close as I`d like it to be but we do see them now and then .. but unfortunately that is life and we have to be thankful for small mercies .. we are still
married after all this .. 50 yrs next year so time goes on ..
 
Met my husband on a group bus trip , had been a widow 18 months and was given tickets for myself and my two littlies to go on
a bus trip, and from there we just got closer as time went on he was divorced and had custody of his two boys 10 and 12 , my two were 3 and 15mths went together for a while and then decided to make a go of it with 4 children was a bit of a battle but we got through it .. all grown up
now and sadly my husbands 2 boys both passed away last 5 years so now its my two with 3 grand children and 3 great grandchildren.. not as
close as I`d like it to be but we do see them now and then .. but unfortunately that is life and we have to be thankful for small mercies .. we are still
married after all this .. 50 yrs next year so time goes on ..
Great post...Thank you..
 
I met my spouse in December 1959 I was just16 and still at secondary school in London England. I was on the way home from visiting an Aunt and waiting on the platform for my train to arrive. There was a boy on the other side waiting for his train going in the other direction.

He smiled at me and I ignored him as demure girls did back then. 😇Caught my train and off it went and as it did he waved to me and I didnt wave back. Cheeky s*d I thought. I idly thought um.. wonder If I will ever see him again.

The following Sunday and my weekly visit to Aunt there he was on the opposite platform. Well! Well! I thought 😮;) he beckoned me over and I shook my head and mouthed, You come over here! And he did and he asked me where I was going and I told him and he asked me if I would like him to accompany me and I said okay. At the end of my journey we parted snd agreed to meet again outside Westminster Undeground train station near Big Ben.

To be continued...🙂

I posted further on in here about grief and loss of loved ones

I forgot to post what happened from that day in December 1959.

He lived a long way in another county in the south east of England and we used to meet once a week outside Westminster underground railway station opposite Big Ben at 6.30pm.

We would get the Underground or bus to Tottenham Court Road and browse the many music and hifi shops in that long road near Oxford street. He loved hifi and music and looking back with amusement it was a cheap date as not much money was involved apart from a box of Cadburys Roses chocolates at the old price back then before decimilisation of 2/6d a box.

We always walkedup Oxford Street and Regent St to see the Christmas lights and decs and see the tall lit up Christmas tree in Trafalgar Square. I lived very close to central London and the world was our own back in 1959

We went to see the film Tom Thumb with Russ Tamblyn and Terry Thomas and this was the 1st film we went to see and still love it. He would see me home and then catch the 12.20am train back to his home.
We then went to see the hifi exhibitions that were popular back then and drag me round them but I didnt mind as I was with my Boy and at sweet 16 in love with my good looking first love and what rurned out to be my only true love.

It's Boxing Day 2019 and I am sitting in my kitchen stabbing away on my phone keyboard reminiscing back to those far-off halcyon days and feel my old heart flip.💖
 
We met through a lie... But latter discovered I didn't stand snowballs chance in... well you know....
Was on a ladder repointing brick work on the apartment building I lived in, owned by the guy (Stan) I worked for.
3 girls come walking down the street and Stan and Keven start flirting and ask them if they want to hangout and party...
I have more interest in getting work done than wasting time with chicks...( had a very bad outcome from my last serious relationship)
My wife is hesitant, but her friend says " I know these guys and party with them all the time" Them and Adams house cat...
She also said she had just turned 18....
But she ended up coming back, one thing led to another and 35 years have past....
Then the scary stuff came to light....
Discovered we had attended my stepmothers church together, and she was related to my stepmother by marriage.
And she baby sat for a couple that lived in the same 4 unit building that my Ex and I lived in a year earlier... At the same time.
 
My husband's much older brother and his wife were friends of my parents. When I was 15 they brought him on a visit to my home island, he was nearly 18. We got on and we communicated by letters and phone calls, as he lived in the UK. We married four years later and have been married for 50 years.
 
eh, no husband currently, but met the father of my kids through my sister's boyfriend; met my last husband through his Aunt who owned my apartment when she sent him to change out the front door lock for one with a dead bolt.
 
I have a bf now and no plans on changing that. I met him in kindergarten in 1957. My family moved to FL in 1962 and then moved back in 1969. He became friends with my brother but I really had no contact with him. I saw him once in the early 70's but don't remember it. He did though! He sent me a friend request on Facebook and about 4 years later, I realized who he was and we started talking. I was in a very bad situation and he assisted me in getting out of it and we fell in love along the way.
 


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