Jesus 🤣.
I met my husband when I was 16. He was two years above me at school. I met him at a local punk concert. I was with the people in my year (4th) and he was in the people in his (6th).
I had, and never still have, seen a boy as handsome as he was and is.
He chatted up my friend and I was gutted!
Then he asked me out. I went out with him but wasn’t ready to commit.
So I basically mucked him around for two years, he obviously went “fuck this” and fell out with me.
Then I met him again in a “disco”, when I was 18 and that was it. I was, at the time, going out with a boy and had another one on the side.
Dumped them both, went back with him and we have now been together for 43 years and he can still take my breath away when he walks into a room, plus he’s as funny as fuck, the cleverest person I know and the best husband and dad on the planet.
My youngest son just got engaged to his childhood sweetheart- they’ve been together since they were at school, bought a house together when they were 23 and they are delighted with each other.
We bought our house when we were 23 also and, believe it or not, I had my own bank account and we own our house together! 🤣.
We both retired when we were 60. We’re now 63 and 62 and I have had the happiest life with him.
Owning our house and having bank accounts.
Some of the posts in this thread are hilariously weird!