I forgot an important date, but remebered one I prefer to forget ??

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I told y'all I forgot Ruby's birthday last week...she has forgiven me by the way! Today is another date that is part of my history - a part I would prefer to forget. I got married the first time on April 19, 1969 - I was 22. Twenty-two year olds are much more nature today! I didn't really know my future husband when we married, since right after we met he started Naval training and from there almost two years in Gitmo...I think we probably only spent 10-12 days together during two different leaves. If only I was as smart then as I am now!!! Anyway, the weather on that day started out sunny and beautiful and by the time my bridesmaids and I were getting our hair done we had severe thunderstorms and hail. It was quite a mess. We got in the cars to head to church the rain stopped but the sky was grey and dull...sort of like the guy I married. Yes, I've said it before and I'll say it again - he was boring. We were two totally different people who lived together as man and wife for almost 10 years - that was our public persona...but it was doomed and finally we made the decision to divorce. But being married to him is part of who I am so I chalk it up to experience! Getting married the second time in 1998 was a far better choice and he's not boring!! Photo form Pixabay