The first 15 years with Mrs Rupert was an absolute nightmare....we split up so many times I couldn't count them ...usually a few days, a week or maybe a month. She was the exact opposite.....a solid religious based no nonsense woman....VS... a wild and fun loving renegade that acted mostly on impulse and the moment.
My parents, on the same sensible order as Mrs Rupert, supported her 100%....whatever she needed she got. With kids involved, it was my parents that were critical in assuring that Mrs Rupert could keep them in food, clothing, and shelter...and they did.
I guess in short, I would have to say I was at times a "sorry dog". Through it all, there was a deep love for each other, unexplainable in a way, but never faltering. We hung in there and she never gave up on me...neither did my parents. When I finally realized what life was really all about, everything changed, and everything came together...not perfectly, but close enough.
As we were all in with my Mom yesterday, my Mom did not miss the opportunity to praise Mrs Rupert and once again remind that it was Mrs Rupert that "saved" her only son from an early demise at his own hands caused by his destructive living. Fast cars, fast motorcycles, wild partying and irresponsible living should have done me in before age 30...and damn near did! People that love you and never give up can make a difference...at least they did for me.
Otis says I need to label this "My True Confession".....or by her sticking around...."What Was Mrs Rupert Thinking?"
Anyhow, that's the short version of my 50 years with Mrs Rupert.....mostly very wonderful years. Without her, where would I get that K1?
BTW- Just spoke with my Mom on the phone. She is feeling great, no pain, just ate a very nice breakfast and is going home today. My sister that stayed with her last night said the doctor is amazed at her recovery. We know my Mom....we had no doubts that it would be like this. Of course, you always worry where anesthesia is involved, and scalpels, and mistakes that can happen. Relief is an understatement.
Once again thanks to all here for the prayers and well wishes. Do they make a difference? Damn right they do!
...though Mrs Rupert wouldn't put it in those exact words......
Regards!
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Originally posted by WPRESTO BTW: More than once my wife and daughter have been taken for sisters. M is about 14 months my junior, but the gap looks more like 24 years. There's a lot of family longevity on her side, little on mine, so she'll probably get many years to play with or dispose of all my Pentax gear.
WPRESTO- I try to look decent, stay clean, wear good clothes when necessary, but I ain't ever going to be young again or handsome as a movie star. Can't be worried about it excessively.....there is much to be said for being who you are...as well as for Farm Pants, Farm Boots, and my Grandad's 100 year old hat.
Mrs Rupert can do the "good looking" for me...she has always been miles better at it than me!