“I wasn’t looking forward to my last birthday because I shall go soon after. You don’t get to that age without toppling off the top. I keep telling people I’m 30 but I was 100 in August!
I was about twenty seven when I got married, something like that. I met my husband through his sister. We were friends. I was at her house one day when he came home from the army. He came in and he seemed like a nice chap. He was tall and well-spoken. I didn’t think anymore about it. I wasn’t boy-crazy. I never was.
He was going up for captaincy when I met him and he came out of the army for me. I didn’t ask him to, but he came out. I courted him for a while. He kept saying we should get married, but I kept waiting for him to change. He was “too good” and I was just waiting for him to falter. But he never did. He carried on like that. Eventually, I did agree to get married…
My husband was one of the best.
He was thoughtful, he earned a good living. When I came home and presented him with my wages he asked me why. Instead, he told me that I worked for it, I earned it, and so I could spend it! Of course, he didn’t need to tell me twice. I loved buying myself nice clothes and shoes.
He was honest. I admired him. He would help me with the washing up. If I wasn’t home from where I was working he’d have the dinner going. All that counts.”
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