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I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three grand mother of four, and have been married to the same man for 53 years, two years after we met at college. I taught in both middle and high schools as I really love teens and in-betweens. I was also a certified Lamaze instructor, and for a short time a volunteer chaplain at Howard County General Hospital. I am a two-time cancer survivor, ovarian (2003), and breast (2019) I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs with great parents, in a bilingual household. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, the Orioles, and sometimes the Ravens. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy (Kath), and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader, cook, photographer, lover of languages, music, and four-footed furries.

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Showing posts with label husbands and wives. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husbands and wives. Show all posts

Saturday, June 5, 2010

The Split

Lots and lots of speculation about the split of Tipper and Al.  One thing I do know -- we'll never really know what went on, and you know what?  It's really none of our concern.  That being said, I can understand why people would want to split even after or especially after such a long time.  I get it.  Any woman who has been with a man for as long a time gets it.
Men are REALLY different from women.  We don't even process information the same way.  Recently, after both hearing the same story from one of our children, and then later discussing the situation, I was forced to ask, "How in the hell did you get that idea from what she just said?"  I mean it's not like she's bilingual or anything!  And the differences don't stop there. 
Ever try to get your husband to go to the doctor?  One time while walking our daughter's dog, my husband fell after the dog took off after a  %^&* rabbit.  He (my husband, not the rabbit) was in pain, yet he got into his car, went off to meetings, and came home five hours later with an ankle the size of Milwaukee.  After he went off to yet another meeting and  was having trouble braking, it occurred to him that maybe his decision had been unwise.  By this time, I was so angry I told him to drive himself to the ER (What?  He was out anyway!) and he did.  He came home three hours later with a soft cast covering his very broken ankle which by that time was too swollen to properly cast.  AND we were three weeks from going on a cruise to Alaska...
And so instead of saying, "But they were married for 40 years", we should be saying, "Of course! They were married for 40 years!"