Feel Better:Complain About Anything

Originally posted by wotsup: ↑

"Sorry, I talked so much about him"

I would suggest, never feel sorry for mentioning him, through you, it's like he's living on, still living so to speak.
It also shows the bonding nature of you etc.

My first official date, with my now wife was in 1973.
I rode my motor bike through bush tracks for several K's, and then walked a couple of K's or so, where we had arrange to meet at a street corner in her area.
We then went back to the bush tracks to my motor bike and rode around for a few hrs or so, obviously stopping here and there for chats to get to know each other more.
I still remember exactly what she was wearing, colours and all.
Married in 1978.
As I was rather shy, I never met her parents until after 6mths of dating, from when I had a car and license.
The deal was, I would phone from a phone box, around 10mins before arrival, and she had to be ready outside her house when I arrived, and we would zoom off. LOL.

I had heard that her mother was what I deemed then as a religious nutter, so I said to my now wife, you make sure she doesn't try and push that stuff onto me, as I know all about it = Not lol.
Not sure if she passed that message on, but if so, can you imagine what her mother must have thought, especially not having met this guy
Never the less, I think her mother trusted her daughters judgement.

Her mother was one of these genuine people, that really grasped what True love meant and lived accordingly.
Always turning the other cheek, so to speak etc.

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@wotsup so great to hear you talk about your beautiful memories and your mother-in-law. Human relations are not easy, and family relations even harder.
They make them tough 'in the country' -
in all countries: the salt of the earth are the people working with the soil and around it, farming, doing animal husbandry etc.
I had country relatives on both parents' side and was lucky enough to be 'sent' there for school holidays from the city'
Sometimes over Christmas too - into pine-forest country with my grand parents, that was always magic, with lots of snow and Christmas Eve service at midnight in the little church in the town proper, which was/is fortified by a wall, there is even a castle, (nowadays used for concerts and exhibitions, with people in flash clothes and equally flash cars taking up residence in the pubs around the village center. I have stayed in one of them, and the owner wanted to know if I know a school friend of his who had migrated to Australia - haha - turns out, I did check him out, but he had died, but his family are running a skiing hotel in Victoria's high country - he had built most of the ski lifts there - (I plan to visit one day, if I live long enough).

One Christmas Eve I remember looking out from my grandparents' upper floor window - and watching people carrying wind lights, torches to light their way during the night, and the white snow glistening - I have never forgotten it. There was always a boy cousin who took me under his wings and looked after me and we remained life-long friends. Alas, being older, they are no longer alive. But I am a big girl now -
Well, time to do some work - I own only one tiny stock atm, (HLX) have sold out, made a small profit.

Go well
Taurisk