-
grandad454's latest comments
ViewDate:
1st Dec 2014grandad454 commented on:
Did you marry the right person first time round?...met when we were 16, and she was 17.. In 1970.. I joined the Royal Air Force and got to travel around a bit and loved it. We married in 1972 when I was 18 and she was 19.. that was the mistake, we weren't in love, we were in love with the idea of being in love.. We had to live apart until I could get some married quarters sorted, and then when I did she joined me. We later found out that we expecting a child and we were over the moon, I was particularly pleased as she was home sick and I thought that the child would help settle her down.. Our baby daughter was born in the February of 1973 and she was beautiful, I thought that this would be the perfect solution to her being home sick.. That was the start of the problems.. her parents had to come down to see their Grandchild (They couldn't wait until I got some leave and visited them), A fortnight later, as they were preparing to go, the mother-in-law suggested that mother and child go back to the North-east with them for a (Break) as I was going on detachment soon anyway.. from then on, it was all down hill, she spent more time with her parents than she did with me, her excuse always being that I was always going away..! I reminded her that that's what happens in the armed force's and that I had no control over it. In the end I gave up the married quarters and moved back into barracks.. when I eventually left the RAF, we ended up living with her interfering parents again for about a year, we did eventually get our own house, but by then the rot had set in, my wife wasn't running the home, her mother was.. after a while, I couldn't take it any more, I gave her the option to move away with me to another part of the country where I had landed a fantastic job with a good salary. She refused, saying that she wouldn't be able to settle, and her mother was complaining that she wouldn't see her or the grandchildren and that I was been selfish..?.. so, I stayed there, got made redundant, was unemployed for about four years, and we had drifted apart because of the constant arguments about work and money. She would nag at me about getting a job, and I would reply to her that 'I had one, but you wouldn't leave your mother's apron strings'. In the end the fighting got too bad and we divorced... I've since remarried, and, I honestly wish that, had it not been for the children, that I'd met my present wife first. I've never been so happy and contented, and although we are both now in ill health, we still look after each other and do anything we can for each other..