How Did You Meet Your Spouse... eh Kitty?

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For me, that's a long complicated story, but here's the, "Readers Digest" version.

I joined a Pen Pal club in the early 1980's when I was in my mid 20's. One of my correspondents was a 16 year old girl from the Fiji Islands. Given her age, I was 26 at the time, we were just friends. We continued our correspondence for 3 years, but remained nothing more than friends.

Fast forward to 1989. By this time my Fiji Island friend was the only pen pal I was still writing to. Later that same year the company I worked for was sold and I got the boot. I was quite depressed over this, but I had some money saved up so I decided to get away for a while and visit my pen pal.

The Fiji Islands is quite a haul from the mid-Atlantic region of the USA! Especially for someone that had never flown before, but after some 22 hours I finally arrived.

I only intended to get away for a while and meet my pen pal. Long story short, we were married 3 days later. That was over 26 years ago and I've never regretted it!
 
We met in Sunday School. It was a backwoods Southern Baptist Church. We were both eight years old. We became steadfast friends but never dated until our senior year in high school.

We went to different Universities but couldn't last. We got married July 1969. It made school hard to finish but I would not change a thing. Forty-Six years ± and counting.
 
Nice stories ... good to hear of successful marriages, especially these days. I married my best friend almost 40- years back.
 
How did I meet my spouse?

I was helping an American mate, who was working down here, shift his flat and saw a photo of his niece in the top of an open box. I inquired and next thing you know, I'm in a long distance relationship via, email, post and telephone. A year later we decided to get married, even though we had never actually met face to face. Our first face to face meeting was in the registrars office in Fiji when we were married. My wife's mother's American and her father's Fiji Indian. Been 20 years now with no regrets.
 
Aussie Thoughts said:
Our first face to face meeting was in the registrars office in Fiji when we were married. My wife's mother's American and her father's Fiji Indian.
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Was your wife living in Fiji at the time or was that one of the times she was visiting her father?
Aussie Thoughts said:
Been 20 years now with no regrets.
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...and how about her?;)
 
Namaste Jesus said:
Was your wife living in Fiji at the time or was that one of the times she was visiting her father?
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No, just visiting. I guess I should explain a bit for the benefit of those who don't know what we're talking about. My father-in-law and mother-in law are married, but not to each other. When my mother-in-law was a young woman she and her parents went on holiday in Fiji. She literally fell head over heels for the hotel pool boy where they were staying. My wife is the result. My mother-in-law didn't tell her parents until they got back home and only then because she had begun to show. She wanted to marry my father-in-law, but her parents forbid it. Different religion, race and all that. Anyway, my wife was born in the states and when she came of age she began spending school holidays with her father in Fiji. A year after we had begun our long distance relationship she was planning just such a trip, so we decided to meet and marry there. I was living in Sydney at the time. Hope everyone was able to follow that.
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...and how about her?;)
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Actually, she did in the beginning. It had to do with my job. She was used to someone getting up and going to work everyday and not someone working only when they needed money.
 
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Namaste Jesus said:
How does your father-in-law's wife and your mother-in-law's husband feel about their step daughter?
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They think the world of her. She was raised by her mother and step father and her step mother treats her like one of her own. Of course, that creates a problem for me.... 2 mother-in-laws...lol, I love them both!:D
 
Sure, telephones too. Sometimes we even send smoke signals! :D Just sharing with our members mate. You're welcome to join in. I'd love to hear your story.
 
I met my first wife in 1971 at a demonstration of 'encounter groups'by someone from the Essalin Institute.
We fell madly in love at the meeting and married 6 months later.
The marriage lasted a little over 2 years.
I became very spiritual and wanted to 'know God', so I decided to live the life as a renunciate and joined such an order. Renunciation,meant chastity, poverty and obedience. We divorced, as my wife didn't believe as I did.

The order I was in was closed down after 10 years.
My beliefs did not change and I remained a renunciate until 1986 when I met my second wife 'by accident'. Here' the story.
A friend had phoned me to say that he was having a house warming in a few months time. On the date, I drove to his new address to find noone home.(I later found out that I got the date wrong).
When I was driving home, I passed a road with a name that I recognised. I remembered that someone I knew from the same order I was in lived i n that road. I decided to see if she was still there.
So, started to look at the names on the houses in the road, and after about 20 houses I found the name.
We married after 6 months and have the joy of parenthood together.
We stayed together for 10 years after which we decided to go our own ways. We separated and divorced amicably. We remain the best of friends to this day.
So, I was single again and by this time I had realised that living an austere was not a necessity :>)

I met my third(and final!) wife at a friends house who had invited me to go dancing (ie raving). I was 50 and had not danced since my teens. It was wonderful and elating. She became my dancing partner(as friends) and after a few months romance happened. We have been together since 1999.
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btw we also have 4 cats
 
Going back roughly three decades, my older sister got from one of her friends three kittens, two gorgeous calico DSH and one handsome tabby. The Master of the House (old Jakie) wasn't having any of the tabby due to the fact that the kitten was also a male, but Daisy Jane narrowly beat her sister, Angel of the Morning, as the new member of our household while both Angel and Tiger went back to their mother's household. I used to go into the basement, pick out a book and read to all three kittens (my parents didn't mind, especially when the Baldwin-Whitehall school district's teachers went on strike.) Unfortunately for me, one of the books I loved to read to them was an old college textbook of my father's that was the complete works of William Shakespeare...

Roughly three years later and one time zone over, another friend of my sister rescued two kittens that were thrown out of a car along with the rest of their feline family (their queen and their other siblings didn't survive) and he gave my sister Black Sabbath. She was roughly four or six weeks old and pretty much everyone had to help raise the kitten, including Daisy Jane (teaching the timid waif everything that she knew about being a feline.) Black Sabbath used to hide from pretty much everyone, using my older brother's boots as a lair. Black Sabbath was the one that kinda foresaw what kind of person my brother was engaged to at the time, showing her dislike of Francine by hiding every time Francine would come over yet, when another one of Barry's friends came over for a going away party that he hosted, Black Sabbath waited at the front door for the young lady, her forepaws perched on the mechanism to open the screen door. Francine's nose got out of joint because Julie ended up with a permanent companion during the party while Black Sabbath totally ignored the guest of honor (Black Sabbath focused her attention on Julie from the moment her car pulled up in front of the house until it drove out of her line of sight, then she hid in my brother's boots [again].)

Apache was a rescued feral kitten that my parents adopted from the local Humane Society after careful consideration. She refused to remain an indoor-only cat (I still think of her as the reincarnation of old Jakie, except for her breed, color and gender.) Her desire to go outside cost her her life (one of my former neighbors shot her just because she walked on all fours, therefore it was "open season".) Her murderer ended up going to prison for several counts of poaching and discharging a firearm inside city limits as well as shooting at a couple of neighborhood children (the kids were still crawling at the time...)

Shadow Kibblesbane was another cat from the Humane Society (his previous staff had to give him up because their daughter was allergic to all furred creatures.) He was already at least four years old when he arrived at the shelter and an intact tomcat. I think that I've posted about several of his antics, so I won't reiterate his story.

Lady Ashley entered the picture when a couple of my brother's friends had to get rid of her (one of their sons acquired a severe allergy to cats, so they offered Barry the black DLH.) She decided that, like Shadow, she was going to spend most of her time with me instead of my older brother (she died in my bedroom a few years later.)

Tovarish was found under a potato leaf by my friends Tyler and America roughly a week before the devastating Milwaukee floods of five years ago. She was roughly six weeks old and, if it wasn't for the legal limit on how many animals one can have in any private property, America's mother would've taken her in. Anyway, I had just gotten permission to have a nonhuman companion in my previous apartment, so they asked if I'd be interested in a kitten. The rest is documented (on IO) history...

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
Let's see. Our previous fur factory, a giant sandy colored tabby, had just passed. I contemplated getting another, but I was still grieving so I put it off. One night I had this dream. In it, the cat that had just passed was one of Krishna's cows. He acted just like a cat, but he was a cow! Anyway, I asked him if I should get another kitty and he said, "No. Wait for Abner Alley cat." I thought no more about it, but a few days latter our current fuzzy friend, a big 'ol tuxedo main coon. was quite literally dumped off in a carrier on our front step. I started laughing and crying at the same time when I saw him. He looked hungry and I remembered that I had some dry food left over from our previous cat, so I went to get it. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I opened the cupboard. The brand name on the bag was 'Alley Cat' who's logo includes a black and white cat.
 
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