I was wrong. So very, very wrong.

Robisere

Congratulations.
I was 43, wife 42, both of us having come through a train smash of a first time each and no thought of getting on the footplate again. Then we met and within two months were in Majorca together. We moved in together within the week of coming home and her two great kids took to me as a dad almost straightaway. Following August, we married. My parents had both just passed away and she helped me enormously through that, as I helped her when first my smashing FIL and then my lovely MIL passed on.

Here we are, almost 30 years and 4 grandchildren later and it is if anything, stronger than ever. She is my soulmate, the love of my life and my best friend.

The wedding day was extraordinary: my brother and family would not come, our two best friends and their dd were at the Registry Office along with her parents, my stepson and stepdaughter ("No dad, no steps between us!") and several more good friends. We had both lost what finances we had to previous partners, so friends all chipped in for a party that night, with masses of booze and food. At 3:30 am I was letting them out of the doors and some were trying to get back in through the open window, it was hilarious. No booze or food left, but for months afterwards we were being thanked for that party, when it should have been us thanking them. Our lives have often been that chaotic again, it's been a roller-coaster, until now in our early 70's, we are settled into an easy companionship. We love being grandparents and having made a family out of two train smashes!