{"id":1768,"date":"2019-10-24T12:00:05","date_gmt":"2019-10-24T16:00:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=1768"},"modified":"2019-10-24T15:59:48","modified_gmt":"2019-10-24T19:59:48","slug":"lets-get-married","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hdhstory.net\/Storyblog\/?p=1768","title":{"rendered":"Let\u2019s get married"},"content":{"rendered":"

Let\u2019s Get Married<\/span><\/p>\n

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I was 21 when I met my first husband. He was a hiker. Every chance we had it was, \u201cLe<\/span>t\u2019s go for a hike.\u201d It got to a point where each hike became more difficult. He was more into the hike than he was into me. He always led. At times it was hard to keep up. He didn\u2019t seem to care. He kept pushing me to catch up. The last hike <\/span><\/p>\n

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was the hardest. The mountain road was treacherous. There were way too many vines on the ground that<\/span> one had to avoid. And climbing up the side of that mountain, I knew something bad was going to happen. It was a long fall for him. I guess he was just too close to the edge. I\u2019ll miss him.<\/span><\/p>\n

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My second husband was a traveler. He said it had to do with work. He would always send me gifts from his travels. I was having lunch with a friend of mine and she couldn\u2019t believe that with all the money he makes all he sent me was a plain J. Cr<\/span>ew sweatshirt. We laughed about how cheap he really was. It was sad he had to die that way. Some say it was bad wine that he drank; some say it was the stress of all his travels, which caused him to have a heart attack. We\u2019ll never know. The car he was in was never found.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Now my third husband was a plant grower. We had one of the finest marijuana farms in the state. Of course, marijuana wasn\u2019t legal at that time like it is now. We\u2019d get high toge<\/span>ther testing out all of the products we produced. Then there were the affairs I found out about. It turns out that I wasn\u2019t the only one he was married to. I chose to leave him. It was no surprise to me that he died of a drug overdose from tainted marijuana. I\u2019m sure glad it was one of his other wives that had to deal with it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Husband number 4 was a musician. Boy, could he play. I used to like his music. As time went on he kept playing the same songs over again. I smiled to appease him, but \u201cGod!\u201d it was hard. And he made me sit through his playing each time. It drove me nuts. It turns out all that playing, made him deaf. I told him over and over again to get his hearing checked, but he just ignored me and kept on playing. I\u2019m sure he didn\u2019t hear the truck as he was crossing that street on his way to the music shop to get new strings for his guitar.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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So here I am in my 80\u2019s. Living on a farm, doing pretty well considering the money I got from all my husbands. I love to grow flowers, which I gather and place on all my ex\u2019s graves each year.\u00a0 After all, I couldn\u2019t have gotten where I am without them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Anyone out there looking for a good time and relationship with a lovely old woman, come look me up. I\u2019m sure we\u2019ll get along. I\u2019ve had a lot of luck with relationships.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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