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Poppa Was a Coppa and Momma Was a Hippie
Not only is it the Good Girls’ anniversary time, it’s mine too. I’ve been married to the same man for 19 years. Put the calculators away - that makes me this side of forty still, but just a bit.
To say you married young these days seems to mean before thirty, or at least before twenty-five. But before twenty?
I don’t recommend it to everyone, but for us, it’s worked out fine. More than fine. I’m not going into details, but let’s just say we still embarrass the kids in public and they’re old enough now to know what it means when they tell us “Ugh - get a room!”
But who knew? My husband works for the Baltimore City Police. Not a sworn officer, but a commander nonetheless, who can tell quite a number of Baltimore’s 3000 finest to run hither and tither if he wanted to. He likes it there. He belongs there.
But if you’d ever told me that I’d be married to anything resembling a cop, I’d have said you were crazy.
I first went to college at a granola school of the first order. After many incarnations, it is, at the moment, calling itself Bard College at Simon’s Rock. My daughter goes there now. It’s pretty much the same as when I was there - always a vegan offering at the dining hall, a multitude of service opportunities offered in places like Uganda and Peru, professors you call by their first names who eat lunch with you while discussing Marx and Mao, dress code where leg- and pit-shaving is optional. All that wrapped up in a place rated as one of the most gay-friendly campuses in the US.
And the thing is - I fit in really well. So, who knew I would chuck it all to marry an Army grunt who drove a truck and set up missiles? (I actually used to comfort myself that they were air defense missiles, like that somehow made it all okay).
Hormones are a funny thing.
And so is marriage. We’ve had our ups and downs - nineteen years is a bit of a stretch and the hubby jokes that it’s all been like one long happy moment - that is, one looooooong happy moment. But overall, we still kind of like each other and things are good.
And we’ve evolved together too. He’s not as conservative as he might have turned out without my…ahem…tutelage and I…
Well, I shave my legs now.
So, how about you all - do you think opposites attract? Tips for loooooong happy moments?
