My wife and I have been together for 16 years and married for 11. It's the second marriage for each of us, and we're very happy together. Simply put, there's VERY little I would rather do without her than I would with her by me.
We're opposites in many ways. She really doesn't care about sports, and the things I find funny ("The Holy Grail", "South Park", other people's physical pain) she thinks are stupid. She would keep the Lifetime Channel on 24/7, and I would prefer to have my eyes pecked out by some of Alfred Hitchcock's feathered friends to watching that sap... But somehow, it really seems to work.
I can remember one night coming home from Vermont after a particularly brutal wrestling show. A chair shot that was supposed to go across my back instead went across the back of my head, laying it open in a pretty impressive manner.
WARNING! PICTORAL EVIDENCE
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Anyway, I hate going to the doctor, so I called her and asked her if she would mind helping me patch it up, as the damage was obviously on the back of my head and I couldn't see to take care of it myself.
She said to come on home, so a couple of my buddies helped me wrap up my melon and I made the drive back to my house. The image that sticks with me is my wife standing behind me while I sat in the bathroom. I could hear her trying to squelch the wretching as she cleaned the wound, then put super glue in it for me and held it together until it stuck.
That's when I knew I had a keeper.
