Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
I agree with Anita, sorry but to men we wives become "that hag" in the bed next to them all too quickly. At least she died while things were still good.
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
I agree with Anita, sorry but to men we wives become "that hag" in the bed next to them all too quickly. At least she died while things were still good.
Nice outlook on life you've got there.......and people call me a pessimist. Jeebus!
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
I agree with Anita, sorry but to men we wives become "that hag" in the bed next to them all too quickly. At least she died while things were still good.
Nice outlook on life you've got there.......and people call me a pessimist. Jeebus!
There will never be any arguments over money and bills,the sex will never get stale,there will never be conflicts over kids and how they are reared.No messy divorce,no coutroom fights,just a memory of how happy they were.
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
I agree with Anita, sorry but to men we wives become "that hag" in the bed next to them all too quickly. At least she died while things were still good.
Nice outlook on life you've got there.......and people call me a pessimist. Jeebus!
There will never be any arguments over money and bills,the sex will never get stale,there will never be conflicts over kids and how they are reared.No messy divorce,no coutroom fights,just a memory of how happy they were.
Red is a lucky man.
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
I agree with Anita, sorry but to men we wives become "that hag" in the bed next to them all too quickly. At least she died while things were still good.
Nice outlook on life you've got there.......and people call me a pessimist. Jeebus!
There will never be any arguments over money and bills,the sex will never get stale,there will never be conflicts over kids and how they are reared.No messy divorce,no coutroom fights,just a memory of how happy they were.
Red is a lucky man.
He'd have been luckier if I died at the reception
Originally posted by: paulxcook
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
I agree with Anita, sorry but to men we wives become "that hag" in the bed next to them all too quickly. At least she died while things were still good.
Nice outlook on life you've got there.......and people call me a pessimist. Jeebus!
There will never be any arguments over money and bills,the sex will never get stale,there will never be conflicts over kids and how they are reared.No messy divorce,no coutroom fights,just a memory of how happy they were.
Red is a lucky man.
He'd have been luckier if I died at the reception
Go take a nap, you're sick.
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
I agree with Anita, sorry but to men we wives become "that hag" in the bed next to them all too quickly. At least she died while things were still good.
Nice outlook on life you've got there.......and people call me a pessimist. Jeebus!
There will never be any arguments over money and bills,the sex will never get stale,there will never be conflicts over kids and how they are reared.No messy divorce,no coutroom fights,just a memory of how happy they were.
Red is a lucky man.
He'd have been luckier if I died at the reception
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
I agree with Anita, sorry but to men we wives become "that hag" in the bed next to them all too quickly. At least she died while things were still good.
Nice outlook on life you've got there.......and people call me a pessimist. Jeebus!
There will never be any arguments over money and bills,the sex will never get stale,there will never be conflicts over kids and how they are reared.No messy divorce,no coutroom fights,just a memory of how happy they were.
Red is a lucky man.
He'd have been luckier if I died at the reception
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: shinerburke
Originally posted by: Geekbabe
Originally posted by: Nitemare
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
The bright side of things: it all ended on a high note, at the absolute peak... They were spared a slow decline of feelings, the death of passion, a slip into indifference and maybe even hatred... he gets to keep and cherish her memory at its sweetest, instead of waking up one morning thinking "who's that hag in my bed?"
Sad, but true...
That or he is reminded everyday of what could have been...30-40 years of growing old together, idle conversations over the breakfast table, doing puzzles together, preparing meals together, dancing and dining, snuggling together during cold winter nights. They could have even had a child together and experience parenthood together.
It's just so sad because they were so in love at the time and he will always think of what could have been...
I agree with Anita, sorry but to men we wives become "that hag" in the bed next to them all too quickly. At least she died while things were still good.
Nice outlook on life you've got there.......and people call me a pessimist. Jeebus!
There will never be any arguments over money and bills,the sex will never get stale,there will never be conflicts over kids and how they are reared.No messy divorce,no coutroom fights,just a memory of how happy they were.
Red is a lucky man.
He'd have been luckier if I died at the reception
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
LOL, let's not get personal here... Obviously GB and I think alike in this respect... various people have various outlooks on life; I agree mine is a tad pessimistic, blame it on my profession, but more often than not, I've seen great relationships ending badly. "Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?" is a great cautionary tale...
Originally posted by: PokerGuy
Wow, GB and others have a seriously bad outlook on things. Life is about the journey, not the destination.
Originally posted by: PokerGuy
Wow, GB and others have a seriously bad outlook on things. Life is about the journey, not the destination. Sharing the journey with the ones you love over years and years is what it's all about, not some small set of memories from a short timeframe. I can't imagine not having my wife and two boys to share life with at this point.....
Originally posted by: BlahBlahYouToo
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
LOL, let's not get personal here... Obviously GB and I think alike in this respect... various people have various outlooks on life; I agree mine is a tad pessimistic, blame it on my profession, but more often than not, I've seen great relationships ending badly. "Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?" is a great cautionary tale...
what profession is this so i can avoid it?
Originally posted by: AnitaPeterson
LOL, let's not get personal here... Obviously GB and I think alike in this respect... various people have various outlooks on life; I agree mine is a tad pessimistic, blame it on my profession, but more often than not, I've seen great relationships ending badly. "Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?" is a great cautionary tale...