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I was twenty-six when I got married. She was eighteen and even though there was some age difference there was a good deal of harmony between us and our dis-likes and likes seem to come together like a good pair of gloves.
I was into lifting weights and had a good build. She was into gymnastics and
we were both physically attractive to each other. Our first few dates I had

caught her in afew lies. In some ways I felt the age in me gave me more
wisdom than her and not only just age,but the fact of our life styles. I
lived street wise in the past in and out the allies and bars in Cleveland
Ohio. I was also a bounty hunter so I had met all walks of life. She was just
out of high school and from a well to do jet set family. I thought in my mind
how petty she was to lie about some things that were obvious to someone like
myself who had been there and heard that and done that. I had to sit her down
and explain to her that two people cannot have a relationship if lies are
going to be part of it. I believed that this was a good wake up call and a
great start in finding out where we were headed as a couple and she promised
it would never happen again in our relationship.

Our first four years of marriage were traveling on the road from state to state,camp-grounds, hotels,motels, and the like. We enjoyed those first
years in our marriage without children or any worries or cares. We had both
agreed it was time to settle down,have children and buy a home. My mother
was very much into God and she had a strong influence in my wife becoming
a Christian. I thought this was a wonderful thing and I respected her in
giving time to God and the church she attended. When our first child was born
going into our fifth year of marriage,she and I decided that one of us could
take on the career life while the other stayed home with the children. After
hashing and re-hashing all the pros and cons of our situation,I was the one
who would be the house husband. I did everything that a person could do to
keep up with all of my obligations and responsibilities,and the only thing I could not do was breast-feed and would have done that, if I could.
During the years of bringing up the children,I found myself going it alone.
She was either working or in church or doing something church related. In
reality of the situation she was actually becoming more DE-tached from home, the kids,me,and the part of her being a mother.Thousands

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