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once.. almost once again in the twenty years I have been Divorced.
She left. long story. I very much hope she is
doing well and happy.. she truely is a wonderful person.

on the other hand.. I have a string going, the last eight girls
I have dated seriously, married the very next guy they dated

Once. 19+ years & counting.

Just once...

19 1/2 years.






Widowhood ain't as bad as you might think!

poohbear1324 wrote:Once
I have been married to this wonderful man for almost 9 years.
He was my high school sweetheart.

We started dating when we were 16 years old, and dated for almost 8 years. We married July 25, 1998. The first few years were good, but the next few were ok at times. The last few years something has happened for the better. She is more than a wife, she is my bestfriend, my companion, and my soul mate. It took me 7 years to relize that Kristi is the most wonderful woman in the world(next to my mom). So while Penny may be the Queen, Kristi is my Princess.

live2ski wrote:Once, working on 14 years. Got married at 20 and never looked back.

Dude you sooo got the better end of that deal..

ches4me wrote:Once!!! I was married at 16 and I am still married to the same guy, 43 years and counting... still love him and even better. I still LIKE him ( most of the time)

Congratulations!!!!!!

once and that was enough for me.

nonce

..meaning NOT ONCE

but to that point, I still say "never say never"

Once! We will be celebrating our 16th in August.

Once......22 years ago...... wow.....I'm old.......

i lost count

Something I have been thinking about since this thread went up, and ask that you bear with me.

My great-grandmother and her first husband married in 1917, she was a telephone operator and he was a carpenter and bookkeeper who had come west to find a better future than life in a coal mine. They met, married and had 5 kids together. When he died in 1964, my grandmother continued her life, a little quieter (for a redhead, it is possible), still baking for a couple restaurants in town, living in her basement house, and earning a living. That was how I remember her.

Six years later, friends of hers told her about a widower who lived a few towns over (70 miles in ND is "a few towns over"). He had taken care of his first wife for years during an illness, and when she passed, he had also carried on, a little quieter, but not quite willing to say that he had seen or done it all.

The mutual friends introduced them, and over that winter, they got to know each other. They were married on Lincoln's Birthday, and she joked that she was keeping her house in Rugby and her car, "just in case it didn't work out". The house was sold within the year, and she was happy with him the next 4 years. In 1975, her health took a turn for the worse. Cancer, a stroke, heart disease.. pretty much just the product of a hard life, cigarettes, and all.

For the next year, Francis never left her side. They made trips from the house to the doctor to the hospital (and he would sleep in a chair in her room). As the year went by, she got smaller and smaller, and the trips home became less frequent until she made her last trip to the hospital in Nov. He was there when she passed, holding her hand.

Three months later, he was gone. Cancer that had been slowly eating away at him, something he hadn't really told Grandma about, took him in June. In the end, he had stayed for her and when she was gone, decided he had nothing left to see.

They set the bar pretty high in just six years.

RinglingRingling wrote:Something I have been thinking about since this thread went up, and ask that you bear with me....

Sweet story. We lost my Mom a couple of years ago, after 48 yrs. with my Dad. I honestly thought he would follow her shortly after, but I'm glad he hasn't. Still, he's so lonely now that it breaks your heart just to visit him and see the sadness in his face.

chippewa wrote:

RinglingRingling wrote:Something I have been thinking about since this thread went up, and ask that you bear with me....

Sweet story. We lost my Mom a couple of years ago, after 48 yrs. with my Dad. I honestly thought he would follow her shortly after, but I'm glad he hasn't. Still, he's so lonely now that it breaks your heart just to visit him and see the sadness in his face.

I hear that. My dad's folks were married just shy of 60 years (by just a few days) before grandma past away. She was always the homemaker and mother of their 16, yes 16 children of which my dad is the oldest. I have aunts who are just a few years older than my oldest sister.

We all thought grandpa wouldn't last long after grandma died because he depended on her so much. She always took care of him. Cooking, cleaning, child raising. Everything. But, it has been almost 10 years since grandma died and he's still around at age 93. He's a neat guy, and definitely has his senses, but he's so, so sad without his sweet wife Josephine (which is also my daughter's middle name, she died when I was pregnant).

His best story is the one about how he lost his eyelashes. Permanently.

We're going to Iowa for Labor Day (we think) and it might very well be the last time I get to see him while he's living.

RinglingRingling wrote:They set the bar pretty high in just six years.

There's a classic example of why the good old days are called THE GOOD OLD DAYS.

Okay, there's 3 posts that made me misty.

My parents were married 43 years when my Dad passed away. If that number is in the cards for my husband and I, I will feel truly blessed.
All I know is I want to go before him.....or with him. We are each others best friend and do absolutely everything together. I can't ever imagine life without him.

RinglingRingling wrote:Something I have been thinking about since this thread went up, and ask that you bear with me.

My great-grandmother and her first husband married in 1917, she was a telephone operator and he was a carpenter and bookkeeper who had come west to find a better future than life in a coal mine. They met, married and had 5 kids together. When he died in 1964, my grandmother continued her life, a little quieter (for a redhead, it is possible), still baking for a couple restaurants in town, living in her basement house, and earning a living. That was how I remember her.

Six years later, friends of hers told her about a widower who lived a few towns over (70 miles in ND is "a few towns over"). He had taken care of his first wife for years during an illness, and when she passed, he had also carried on, a little quieter, but not quite willing to say that he had seen or done it all.

The mutual friends introduced them, and over that winter, they got to know each other. They were married on Lincoln's Birthday, and she joked that she was keeping her house in Rugby and her car, "just in case it didn't work out". The house was sold within the year, and she was happy with him the next 4 years. In 1975, her health took a turn for the worse. Cancer, a stroke, heart disease.. pretty much just the product of a hard life, cigarettes, and all.

For the next year, Francis never left her side. They made trips from the house to the doctor to the hospital (and he would sleep in a chair in her room). As the year went by, she got smaller and smaller, and the trips home became less frequent until she made her last trip to the hospital in Nov. He was there when she passed, holding her hand.

Three months later, he was gone. Cancer that had been slowly eating away at him, something he hadn't really told Grandma about, took him in June. In the end, he had stayed for her and when she was gone, decided he had nothing left to see.

They set the bar pretty high in just six years.

We should all be so lucky....someday we will.

ragtopW wrote:once.. almost once again in the twenty years I have been Divorced.
She left. long story. I very much hope she is
doing well and happy.. she truely is a wonderful person.

on the other hand.. I have a string going, the last eight girls
I have dated seriously, married the very next guy they dated

I will gladly head up your Harem, Santa.

Married once (officially) and next month, sometime, it will be 19 years. The only hook is that my son says he is 20 this year??

whitepelican wrote:Married once (officially) and next month, sometime, it will be 19 years. The only hook is that my son says he is 20 this year??

I've been with my husband for 7 years and my daughter turns 10 in August.