In 50 Long Years Gone Fast

My husband is in many ways the opposite of me. Were he to make a left turn along a route, I’d go right inevitably. Astrologically, he’s emotional (double water) but I’m a stable triple earth. He rarely laughs, not even at a comic’s show, while I enjoy mirth. As time went on, I realized he really was a nut. Had he been a shoe, he’d be a heavy boot, always kicking butt. Impatient, tactless, rude and often feeling out of joint, he handcuffed himself to an official’s chair just to make a point. A self-made gung-ho contractor within years he became. But being accident prone, himself he often would maim. Jack-hammered his own foot, fell two stories off a roof, nearly removed his thumb with a saw (to give you a little proof). He yelled a lot, got scammed, got stabbed, and had a nervous breakdown, but he’s not the type of man to easily go down. He learned to recognize the damage done to himself and his brother from being raised and controlled by a narcissistic mother. Once he got on pills for anxiety and depression, the second half of our married years saw great lessening of aggression. He worked a bit as a bounty hunter when building got too slow and drove trucks long-distance too. Over half the states he’d go. He aggravates me even now, but he’s much more mellow. He’s loyal and never could be accused by someone as acting yellow. Though physically afflicted, we’re both at ease with one another today. And if he were a shoe, he’d be an old worn slipper - tough boot tucked away.