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“I was 19 and he was 20. I was four months pregnant. We were planning on getting married when we found out I was pregnant. People made bets we wouldn’t last five years, then 10 years. We just celebrated 40 years. My two oldest sisters and younger brother are divorced. My next-oldest sister literally hates me and punishes me, throwing my pregnancy and sex before marriage in my face, still, 40 years later. I don’t take it personally because I know her bitter, twice-divorced self just can’t handle that we’ve done well and she is still struggling.”
“I’m not saying we haven’t seen a lot of ups and downs in 40 years, because we have seen a LOT. There’s been a LOT of crap, a LOT of great stuff, a lot of laughs, and a lot of boring times. We’ve been through two kids, three grandkids, lots of jobs, vacations, fights, arguments, joy, sex, dry spells, love, nights on the couch, nights away, and nights intertwined. We’ve been through practically everything together. Love and loss. And here we are, STILL.
“Are we still ‘in love’ with each other? I don’t know. Some days yes, some days no. Sometimes we can’t stand each other. But here we are…40 years.”
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