All meant to be ,Bread,
She was and is! But it wasnât that common twenty years ago.
Loved reading that ,fruit cake, I know sheâs the love of your life,
Lovely, MargaretâŠ
Thatâs true.
I was 16 when my parents decided to move from NY to FL, uprooting me from my classmates, and a steady boyfriend who was heading to college. I stayed behind in NY with an aunt to finish my 10th year of school, then flew to FL. I was not a happy young ladyâŠ
When I arrived at my new home, my mother tried to lift up my spirits. She told me that just across the street she had met a nice family with a teenaged girl and a 17 year old brother. Of course, I wasnât having any of it, so I lifted back the window curtain to look out and retorted back, âWell, I guess maybe I will have to marry HIM!â
I did two years later.
Who would have believed ,that was going to happen,RNâŠâŠquite amazing how it all worked out, when you think about it.
Its all work in progress you know.
Hmm. I remember thinking that he was sweet but certifiable .
What I didnât say when I first saw who he was was⊠âOh! God not him!â
But we were married for nearly 50 years.
No. I met one of her brothers at technical college and I met her for the 1st time when Fredrik, a fellow musician and also 16, took me home to meet his family.
Ah, I wondered because a few boys of 16 used to hang outside the school gates, chatting some up.
So, when you met her she was 11 and you were 16âŠit seems that she was only a child, âŠyet, another 5 years later ,she would be 16 and you 21âŠit then seems acceptable, are you getting what I mean?
Why,⊠oh God not him?..nosy ainât I,
At 16 she became my bandâs lead singer where she excelled at the craft. She looked and sounded like a small Kathy Kirby who just happened to be my favourite singer.
Isnât it always fate though, in one way or another?
I was splitting up with my first wife and moved into lodgings. Rosemary was the landlady of the lodgings who just happened to be divorcing her husband and the rest, as they say, is history⊠38 years ago in May and never regretted a dayâŠ
I understand that completely. I have to be careful how I explain things else some people get the wrong idea. She was eleven and I was twenty-one.
At fifteen, she decided I was her boyfriend, and even told a few people that.
For a while I made a point of deliberately making sure we were never alone, even though everyone who knew us knew I would never do anything illegal and immoral to her.
Even when she was sixteen, I thought she was still too young. I even stopped visiting for several months. I found out from her a few years ago that it was the wrong thing to do.
Iâm an old fashioned sort of chap, with old fashioned values, so I decided to wait for her in the old fashioned way until she was old enough. Everyone in the family knew we would end up together at some point.
We share a birthday, and I had intended to ask her out on her eighteenth/my twenty-eighth, but I never got the chance.
Thereâs a lot more to the story, but it isnât fair for me to hog your thread.
You havenât told us bout yourself by the way, unless I have missed it.
Because I had gone out with several boys in that crowd, but had never fancied him.
Abso-blooming-lutely she was, and still is, the one for me
I met my man working for IBM in charge of quality inspection. He was in charge of production and the sparks flew. We fought. He bought me jube Jubes and the rest is history. That was 33 years ago. I still canât get rid of him. lol
Awwwww, Percy, what a lovely thing to say!.âŠI think they call it â true loveâ,