When we married, I took my vows very seriously. I may have crossed my fingers at the obey bit but overall, I meant what I was saying. Vowing before God and family and friends that I was marrying this man and this was it.
Since then we've had many ups and down. All relationships do and we've always managed to work at it and are still smiling 17 years on.
But, there's one problem. It's MrM. if he was a dog, he'd have been put down. If he was a horse, he'd be glue or put out to pasture. There's always something wrong. I don't mean he's a hypochondriac and luckily he doesn't have anything seriously wrong. It's just a series of things that are never ending.
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At the moment Mr.M is sporting a cast on his right hand. Playing football, a stint in goal and BAM! a fractured thumb, a chipped bone and torn ligaments. It may need surgery, we're waiting to find out.
I'm just hoping that our children don't inherit Daddy's knack for being poorly!