tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225607715305465674.post1851028536730174223..comments2019-11-21T09:42:38.059-05:00Comments on Twisted Willow Traditions: Our Love Is DifferentBallerina Ballerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211525373937115089noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225607715305465674.post-38825516798863249242011-02-18T06:44:47.869-05:002011-02-18T06:44:47.869-05:00Kat-
This was so brave and real and true. And than...Kat-<br />This was so brave and real and true. And thank you so much for sharing. I have a different love than most my friends with such battles and rages. But those are against unseen demons and ghosts from marrying a man that has killed, buried too many friends and see mankind at it's bleakest. War. Three little letters: a forever of battling to remain calm, sane and happy. People judge him and wonder why he's not over it and pity me: he. I want no pity. I married a warrior. Your married your perfect kind of different too. I feel sorry for those who cannot see past the norms at powerful loves. I love you. Caity.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225607715305465674.post-24879260888352908622011-02-18T02:48:56.598-05:002011-02-18T02:48:56.598-05:00And that my sweet niece is called a relationship t...And that my sweet niece is called a relationship that will last forever as it continues to mature...Bill and I started out best friends and I wasn't even supposed to be able to have kids..to long to go into...however many mountains we climbed and valleys we waded through we kept talking just like we did when we first met..and decided we wanted to grow old together...now 30 years later I look at my husband laying in a bed, sleeping, no longer blue, but hooked up to a machine to help him breathe and you know what...I don't want to be any where else. Except maybe at home instead of a hospital room...growing old together. Because when you have the love you described then you have a damn great not good but great chance of being together until death do you part. I'm not ashamed we lived together 3 years and he caught me at a "feeling ugly" moment and I walked by saying yes I'll marry you....little did I know he wanted me to sign that paper and take his name it meant a lot to him...it was just a piece of paper to me. But I made him happy that day. He was gone months at a time...but that only made the times together much more in-depth..sometimes talking rather than sex...sometimes sex and not a word said, well not one you wanna hear lol. Having a different love is often the loves that last that 30 + years. When no matter how bad it hurts you always manage to get back to that I want to grow old with you...I'm very happy with my man, proud and happy for you that you are still happy with yours. We've been so broke..we went to a bar and he laid 50 cents on a pool table and we left drunk and $20.00 in our pocket. Blew me away..but beside every sucessful man is a woman that understands and is willing to work with him and raise his children sometimes alone and yet sometimes you want to run him out of the house so you can clean it. Then it's this one rule...my husband refused me to clean or vaccum when he was home because he wanted that time with me. Ups and downs...communication is the true key. All things happen for a reason...even tho we may never understand or know why it just does. That's why your love is Different!! GREAT POST HON. Love you Aunt JulieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com