Mrs Rupert was blindsided.....I could walk a straight line, be a perfect gentleman, and when she met my parents and two sisters she was no doubt certain that this "is the perfect guy". Little did she know....
With her, I knew in advance of her "Church girl" status and so had no excuse when it turned out to be as real as it appeared. It took a long time to work it out.
Her temper was even worse than mine, and it is a wonder we didn't get violent. Still not sure just how we finally molded together, but we did.
Nowadays if she/he wears the wrong clothes, gets the wrong haircut, or spends on the wrong things....the first option seems to be the divorce lawyer? Times have changed.
Mrs Rupert loves Velveeta and bacon.....even Spam every so often.....maybe that is the secret to a happy relationship?
Regards!