….however, according to court records, as of March 23rd, I have been. And that’s not even counting failed attempt # 1 that lasted almost 10 years (on record – not real life). So TWENTY years with one man is a long time. And we’ve come a long way. We met in my home town Crailsheim, Germany, in 1988 (May 21st, I think) – I was 26, he told me he was 22. It was just supposed to last until his Army time was up – but plans change. And here we are, all those years later; me still beautiful, he’s lost a lot of hair; me still rebellious and swimming against the stream, he still pretending to be nice; he having come a million miles professionally from where he was back then, me still typing something; The kids are grown, there are 2 grandkids. It just does not seem real.

Me still beautiful….Me still beautiful….Me still beautiful….Me still beautiful….Me still beautiful….Me still beautiful….