Leanna/Not Afraid of Color posted this prompt of Valentine's week: how did you know your mate/friend/pet was "the one"?
Actually, mine is the Second ONE ...
My divorce from the first One was finalized on a Friday 45 years ago. That night I slept on his sofa. On Saturday I set out in the rental truck with most of my worldly possessions and by Sunday all was unloaded in the next abode in my old home town.
On Monday morning I reported to the new job I had secured a few weeks earlier as a spec typist at an architectural firm. The Office Boy stopped by my cubicle that day to invite me on the firm's canoe outing that weekend.
I declined because I needed to finish unpacking. The next week I invited him to go camping with me and the two boys (then 8 and 11). He declined because he was helping his sister move to Savannah, GA that weekend.
I never went out with another man, but it took three years for us to be sure it was the right move to get married. I have never regretted that decision!
Oh, and that Office Boy? He ended up buying that firm many years later!
Great story, Libby! I think you get the "and they lived happily ever after" award!
ReplyDeleteAwww this is such a sweet story!
ReplyDeleteGreat tale! Glad it worked for both of you.
ReplyDeleteI would love that story even if I wasn't a character in it!
ReplyDeleteI love your story, so heart-warming!
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