(deep sigh)
On 11/30/06, eighteen days before our 41st anniversary, a divorce decree was issued ending my marriage to a man who will forever have my love, contempt, respect, disgust. This is a man who went about ending things the wrong way but who was a saint for enduring my Type A personality all those years.
He's practical but not fussy; accepting but no pushover; firm in his convictions but willing to listen; slow to start a project but meticulous and accurate. He's a kind, gentle guy with subtle charm and charisma; lots of smarts and versatility; unusual and varied interests; and an overall character to which we should all aspire.
Granted, I suspect there are things that transpired over the years that I'd rather not know about, but overall he's a wonderful man and I'm a much better person for having him in my life. We loved one another; grew together; worked hard; made a wonderful home; raised extraordinary children; helped mold our grandchildren. I regret nothing. In fact, I look forward to having him as my best friend.
To you, honey.
(sigh)
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