I often look back at our early years with such fondness. We were like a pair of love struck fools in our mid fifties.
It was wonderful, magnificent amazing stuff..I have fabulous memories.
Was I in love. Absolutely. Did I love him . absolutely. Do I love him .absolutely .
But my how it’s changed.
I never get a surprise present ..unless it’s something useful. He does choose nice valentines cards , birthday and anniversary cards.
If I see something I like for my birthday, Christmas etc ..he will buy it without question.
I do all of the organising, planning of trips, days out holidays
There’s never any surprises. I see to all of the running of the house, the negotiations of utility contracts, maintainance of cars etc
However, I do have wall to wall support and love. From the minute he wakes up..it’s what can I get you. Since he moved in, the only time I haven’t had breakfast or a cuppa in bed is when he was in hospital with a stroke.
He does all the cooking..usually..the shopping, hangs out the washing. I’m on cleaning..although he will help. I’m now the only driver since his stroke and that has hit us hard. Especially with old age approaching. My health isn’t always brilliant and having to drive on those days isn’t always good when he feels better than me .but can’t drive on account of his loss of vision
So while I do miss the heady, exciting days...I’ve got someone loyal, steadfast and reliable
Someone who loves me warts and all. As I love him
We share a passion for dowsing , alternate health , quizzing, eating, a bit of drinking , theatre, cinema ,holidaying anywhere together as long as it’s not too hot..
So no complaints from me.I’m one very lucky lady and i think he thinks he’s a lucky man..