25 years with Mrs. Unknown

I laughed out loud when I started to write this post. I’m serious; I did, literally. Let me explain.

25 years in the best bankrupt state in the union

This August it will 25 years since I met my wife.

I laughed when I thought of that because I have no idea what she was thinking when she started dating me, let alone marrying me. I was/am/will always be a mental case. I can say with 100 percent certainty that I got the better end of the deal.

Her work ethic inspired me to go back to achieve the goal I couldn’t on my own – getting a college degree. I’ll always be in her debt for that one alone, not to mention the way she’s supported me over the years. I can’t imagine that I would have made it this far without her.

We’ve been married for how many years?  . . . do the math . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . thinking . . . thinking some more . . . I use words, not numbers . . . here it comes . . . 18 years. Yeah, 18 years, I think. Close enough. Wow, married that long? It’s a blink. I’ve never in all of these years asked her if she had doubts, or how she put the CF aside, or was she worried or afraid? Or, if I did, I’ve since blocked out the conversations. Best not to question another person’s temporary insanity.

I will share where I asked her to marry me, which is pretty corny, but I was an English major and probably deep in a book with lots of overt symbolism, plus I was young and . . . brighter than I am now. Hey, that doesn’t make sense.

I love Dairy Queen and my wife. I especially love taking my wife to Dairy Queen, when we can find one.

Anyway, I asked mi esposa to marry me at the top of the first hill on a rollercoaster at Magic Mountain. The Viper, I think. Just before the car went down the crazy-steep first drop, I asked. And it took the entire ride of screaming and holding on tight and the coaster returning to the station for her to say “yes.” Amazing that she did say “yes,” which may have just been a response to me asking “great ride, huh?” Again, I don’t question it. I don’t understand it, and I don’t question it.

I wonder what she would do if she had a time machine now, would she still say yes?  I know the answer, as my daughter pretty much means she won’t mess with anything that would affect that timeline. So, I’ve safe. Or, my past is. My future? Hard to say. I don’t take it for granted.

What kind of courage does it take to marry someone with CF? I’d guess a lot. And when that CF someone is self-absorbed and the equivalent of a day at a rainy beach with the wind blowing sand in your face, I’d say extraordinary courage is required.

A writer friend of mine, who has since passed, once told me it’s best not to analyze love. I’ve taken that advice to heart and never examined it with a microscope. Shakespeare pretty much covered the subject for all of eternity anyway.

So, 25 years have passed. I know they’re not all marriage years, but with CF, I’m counting them that way. I have to figure out something nice to get her. I know that 25 years with me has been gift enough, but a trinket might be in order. She doesn’t like to spend money and doesn’t like jewelry. I’m at a loss. Hmm, what could I buy for myself that I’d be able to say is really for her? I’ve done that many times over the years.

How can I repay her for the 25 years? I’ll have to think about it. It’s not an easy question to answer.

To be continued.

9 thoughts on “25 years with Mrs. Unknown

  1. “Amazing that she did say “yes,” which may have just been a response to me asking “great ride, huh?” Again, I don’t question it. I don’t understand it, and I don’t question it.” – I LOL’d until I coughed reading that doing my Hyper-Sal neb.

    Congratulations on 25 years, you OldUnknownCystic! I count our 4 years dating more often than just our wedded years, too. You’re a good man, Unknown.

    • Thank you, Jesse. You are too. I like your new site, especially the colors. I absolutely know that site is created by someone who lives in FL. It’s positive energy pops.

      • Thanks, man. It took so many hours, I’m not sure I’m up to a change as dramatic as this one for a while. Too much work to do, but I got plain obsessive about it after I started and couldn’t stop.

  2. WOW, congratulations on 25 years together, now that’s something to be proud of. And to scare Mrs.Unknown into accepting your proposal, now that’s a classic! I bet she has a different version of what actually happened?
    Myself and Jo will have been together 22yrs in August, the best thing that ever happened to me.

    • Thank you. Congrats to you on 22. Jo is a saint for putting up with your shenanigans, Mr.

      Yes, I’m sure my wife would tell a different version. It’s a good thing she doesn’t know about this blog and therefore has no access to posting something herself. Wouldn’t it be funny if she had a blog I didn’t know about? Now I got myself thinking. I thought she just had a boyfriend on the side. Not she may be cheating on me with a blog of her own. Argh.

  3. Great post brotha. There are definitely some special women out there in the CF community. It takes a different breed to say “Yes” when we pop that question, that’s for sure 🙂


    • Thanks, Ronnie. You found one of those special women, too. The weak and faint of heart need not apply to marry us. We need warriors with courage and strength of character.

  4. Hollywood! Your wife must be just as amazing as my husband. Maybe they are related. We only have 12 dating years and 9 married years under our belt. But like you said, with CF, that’s a lot! Every year, every month, each and every day is special.

    • Tara,

      Thank you for providing the female perspective and standing up for husbands with courage. Have I done the math correctly? 21 years total for you guys? That’s outstanding. Here’s to another 21 for the two of you.

      My best to you, your husband and the twins. Thanks for the comment and visit.


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