Today is our Silver wedding anniversary! 25 years has just flown by.
And I will-But NOT today!!!
I am not going to let this sleezy world of monsters, pedophiles and narcissists encroach on such a special celebration of love and loyalty, honour and commitment- they are worlds apart.
Because today I am celebrating finding my soulmate and being happy with him for 25 years! I know most people have their silver weddings a lot younger, but Gez and I didn’t get married until we were in our forties, I had wasted many years in an abusive marriage and getting drunk! He getting drunk and avoiding getting married!
What can you say about a man who would take on me and six children?
What can you say about someone who lives for me, and I know would die for me?
About someone who got me - with more baggage than London Airport ?
Who has listened to all of my terrible stories without turning a hair, who cried when he learned of all the clergy abuse.Who has accompanied me on many trips, and when he wasn’t able to, has stayed at home with the kettle on for my return.
Who paints me beautiful pictures,
Who has created a beautiful garden just for me,
Who cooks for me because he knows my difficulty with eating.
When I first met my husband, I was about eight years clean and sober, I was working at my first decent job, the kids were settled after a few very uncomfortable years being plagued by my ex husband’s irresponsibilities and nastiness.We had moved into a nice house I had learned to drive and everything was getting better.
Then I met Gez!
He asked me out for a drink, and of course I don’t drink but I went anyway.
He kept asking why I didn’t drink, and at the time I didn’t think it was any of his business!
But eventually we were obviously getting emotionally involved, and it was clear that I had to talk to him about most of my past, my “baggage”
I sat him down one evening, I spat out to him all the dirt, all the drinking, drugs, eating stuff , pretty much everything. I thought "I don’t want this man to have any illusions about what he may be getting into".
He sat there for three hours with a very stern face, listening to all that crap, and I was quite sure he would run for the nearest door when I had finished!
Bu eventually when I shut up, he just looked at me with a serious face and after a few moments of silence he said :
“Thank FUCK for that I thought you were going to tell me you were gay!”
What a man! How lucky am I ? I wish everyone could feel as loved as I have since we met.
With all my damage, anxieties and history, my battles, fears and hyper vigilance, I am bloody sure I wouldn’t marry me!
I am spending the day with the love of my life, and there is no room for those bastards-I will think about them tomorrow... Thank you Gez for 25 years I hope you can stand it for another 25!
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