QW and I were supposed to be a disaster, based on the opinions of "friends" and family way back when. She's the product of a classically dysfunctional, multidivorce family, and I'm a lazy, no-good hippie. 28.5 years later, we're cruisin' and most around us have fallen apart... some of them more than once.
Actually, it's a miracle that we survived. We have been through a ton of shit together,and almost faltered on an occasion or two. There's a lot to be said for just holding on tight and trusting the love
I cannot imagine having gone this long with anyone else on the face of the earth.
There's issues every day. Without 'em, I probably wouldn't even have a pulse. That's called "life"... and "love."