Thanks for all the replies, I've enjoyed reading them all.
I met my wife at secondary school when we were both 11 years old. We became friends instantly because we had so much in common. we started 'dating' at 12 and started seeing each other regally out of school. I was the class clown, she was very prim and proper (went on to be Head Girl), to the extent that when it was common knowledge that we were an item, she was summoned to the staff room for a lecture on her taste in boys! (I wasn't a bad lad, just a chatterbox) We went on to be joined at the hip and seen each other virtually every night and weekend.
When she was 14 she fell ill with M.E. which meant she unfortunately missed a fair bit of school. She never missed any work because I'd take it home for her. On leaving school she passed all her GCSE's (6 A's & 2 B's) despite her health worsening as time went on. I left school with zero qualifications but soon landed an apprenticeship for Redrow Homes. Unfortunately She was never really well enough to attain a job or career.
Fast forward a few years and we bought our first house when we were 18 and spent 2 years renovating it whilst both living at home. We got married at 20 and moved into our perfect little terraced house. By this time she'd unfortunately added Endometriosis to her list of health issues. We tried for kids (always a dream for both of us.) for many years but at the age of 30 we admitted it wasn't to be and she was booked in for a full Hysterectomy (the only cure for her extreme Endo pain) at St. Mary's, Manchester, the idea being that as soon as she'd recovered we could look into adoption. We got the date through for 6th January (date is imprinted in my mind). On 19th December (her birthday) we found out that Debbie was pregnant. Strangest feeling ever considering that we'd been told she would never conceive, and, if she did then she'd more than likely loose the baby. With these thoughts we found it hard to celebrate the news.
The Doc's really looked after us with very regular scans & appointments and nine months later Deb gave birth to our little miracle girl. Although it was a traumatic birth with a fair few complications mother and baby were both well.
A year later we moved up to Scotland to get out of The Rat Race and live in a nicer area. Two years later Deb had the all important hysterectomy to relieve her of the Endo pain. Our daughter is now 14 and very fit and healthy (also a black Belt in Kung Fu
). Unfortunately things for Deb have worsened year on year and she is disabled and housebound with many more ailments than I care to list. (Fibromyalgia being one of them). Despite all this, she's always smiling, NEVER complains, so empathetic and caring towards everyone around her. We seem to spend much of our time laughing at the most serious aspects of her illnesses and life. Her word: 'Laughter, the best medicine'. She's the best mother our daughter could ever wish for, and not only my wife, but my best friend in the world. I'm so very proud that we've only ever had each other, a rare claim.
I'm loving every minute and day of this lockdown as I'm stuck home with my most amazing girls.
P.S. yesterday was our 30th Anniversary of the day our relationship was 'official'.
Our story is no big deal, I assume that everyone of you have much more to tell than you have. I guess 'That's Life', everyones got a story. I love hearing about people, not in a nosey way. So, for those of you that are prepared to share more, please go on, ignore the stiff upper lip's out there. Post away.
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