October 28, 1978 Pat and I married and here we are 33 years later still loving each other. I can't say that there wasn't a time or two I could have killed him but thank God I had the smarts not to. And now that I look back on those times, it wasn't him, it was me. Thank God, Pat didn't kill me. (I'm talking about menopause, ladies, when you think everyone else is the problem but really it is you.)I can laugh about it now. Hopefully he can laugh now too.
I thank God so much for Pat. He is absolutely the best man you will ever know. My children are blessed to have him as their father and I'm blessed to have him as my husband.
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