Many years....

20 years ago today... I was 18 years old and getting ready for my wedding. I was excited and scared all in one. I knew this was what I wanted, but it is also a big step. Because it is a forever thing. You can not change your mind later and say oops... I made a mistake. Oh no... I was really fine until I got to the end of the aisle and seen Charles standing down there and all the people that was there. (Not alot of people) Then it was umm.... I really don't know. But I went ahead and went through it and here we are now. All these years spend with this man, that I really could not have lived without. I knew that there was times where I wanted to chuck it all and walk away. But I stayed and we have stood by each other through all the trials that most people don't deal with. But we was both too stubborn to give in. So we just kept going on through all the years. It seems like after every single thing that happened in our life that would really tear you apart. We seemed to get stronger and learned to rely on each other more and more. There is some thing that no one else understand, beside your spouse. Because they are going through it Right along with you. There is times where it seems like we are drifting apart. Then something will happen to shake our world and we know that we have to just hang on and get through it. I have been told that we should feel proud that we made it through all the years. When alot of people think of marriage as 'a disposable diaper'. Get tired of the shit and then move to new relationship. The person that use this phrase and it on the same level as a diaper, really cracked me up. So here I sit pondering all the years gone by and wonder what the next 20 years will bring and if we can make it through them.

I know that this may not make sense to alot of people. Just me in my thought world.