My first wife and I raised five children, and were married for about 34 years. I married her when I got back from Vietnam, mostly because I wanted to be married, because she needed me, and because she was the best-looking woman I had ever seen. She had three children when we met, so we set up housekeeping and started raising kids. When the children were older and beginning to move out on their own, my ex and I looked at each other and said, “Who the hell are YOU?” We had been so busy raising children and working, etc., that we never learned until later that we were very different sorts of people.
Time passed, I came down with prostate cancer ( and later diabetes ) from exposure to Agent Orange while I was in Vietnam for two years. My ex and I had been separated for a number of years, and finally got together with a guy from her ( and formerly my ) church. She filed for divorce right after I was operated on for the cancer.
I was living in one room of an old mobile home to save money, and just kind of waiting to die, when I met Vicky in a now-defunct site called TagWorld. We talked about everything under the sun and became very good friends, then best friends. A mutual friend of ours on the same site, asked me why I was still looking for someone when Vicky was right there in front of my face, and obvioiusly loved me. It took awhile, but I finally had to agree, even though I had thought of her only as my best friend.
To cut the story a bit short, I rode my motorcycle the 1,200 miles from North Carolina out to Texas to meet her. We had a great visit. It seemed like we had known each other for ages! When I was getting ready to leave, she looked up and me with those mesmerizing green eyes of hers, and asked me, “Well, do you see any reason why we can’t get married?” I almost fainted, then ran through every objection I could think of in about three seconds! I couldn’t think of a single valid reason why not, so I said, “No, I can’t think of a one!”
I rode back to North Carolina, gave most of what I owned to Goodwill, sold the trailer and some other stuff, put the rest in a U-Haul, and moved to Texas. BEST decision I ever made in my entire life! When we got married, I was 64 and Vicky was 49.
Vicky and I have been married over three years now, and we seem to fall more deeply in love every day. She truly is my “soul mate,” although I never believed in that before. : ))